There are two biblical parables that have been formative in shaping who I am.
First there is:
Basically a guy gives a few other guys some talents and some of those guys use their talents to get more talents while one loser hides his talents. When the original talent giver comes back he rewards those who used their talents to get more talents and condemns the hider. Moral of the story: find your talents and use them before you lose them...unless your my mother, in which case the moral of the story is: God condones gambling.
The second life altering parable is that of:
Point is, I learned at a very early age to nurture my talents and to not spend my time on earth as a foolish virgin.
Now my new calling* requires that I attend weekly youth activities...wholesome, character building activities, like water balloon volleyball and toll painting. Mindless busywork that is meant to fill you with useless skills and prevent teenage pregnancy.
Folks, that's just not how I roll. I think women need to learn useful skills. Skills they can take with them and incorporate into their daily life. Which is why I skipped this week's youth activity and did my own thing. Because nothing says "increasing talent" and "non foolish virgin" like an hour of:
While the young women were busy sledding and learning how to make homemade hot cocoa, I was sweating with a pole and dreaming of hooker shoes.
here. But it was my first experience of 2011...and this year I've vowed to perfect the "dirty kitten" and "the martini move" as part of my own Personal Progress* program. I can't wait to take what I learn and pass it on to the girls...just think if I teach the girls the right moves, our ward* will make history at girls camp this year!
I am SO glad they asked me to do this calling*...they can't say I didn't warn them.