It all began Saturday morning and my MARCH went like this:
- I MARCHED downstairs early that morning and went straight over to my husband bent down and interrupted his DIY Network viewing with a great big toe-curling kiss. I rubbed my hands on his head as we smiled at each other. I’m thankful that our love is still growing and that he wants to hurry home each night after work to be with me.
- I MARCHED out the front door, with my husband beside me, for a lovely fast-paced three-mile walk. We talked about all sorts of things and enjoyed some good exercise. I’m thankful for my body and try to do what I can to keep it healthy and strong.
- Next, I MARCHED outside to do some yard work. The rain we had during the week had stopped and the wind had dried things pretty well. We trimmed our roses together and talked some more. I love making our home a beautiful place inside and out. I think it shows the Lord, and my husband, that I’m grateful for the things they have both provided for me.
- After that, I MARCHED into the kitchen to make us a delicious fajita lunch. I love cooking. I especially love cooking for my husband and family. I find joy by serving them that way. I’m lucky he’s not a fussy eater
- I cleaned up and I MARCHED off to the movies with my boyfriend – who also happens to be my husband – where we sat hand in hand watching the show. We are very protective of our relationship. Date nights, or afternoons, have been a must for us.
- Home again I MARCHED into the game room where we played several rounds of our family’s favorite card game Nertz with our youngest daughter. Her beautiful family of five are temporarily living with us before they move. They’ve been with us for a couple of months now. It’s wild, and crazy, and loud, but I’m happy we have the extra time with them and the ability to help. I’m even more glad they felt comfortable enough to ask us.
- Sunday morning I MARCHED myself to my Church meetings. Alone. My husband serves in a Spanish Branch in our stake and has for almost five years now. I miss worshiping with him, but my spirituality is my responsibility. So I go, recommit myself to my covenants, and serve. Though I’m married, I think I’ve come to understand how people feel when they attend Church alone. I enjoy the fellowship of my friends and ward family. They are kind to reach out to me and make me feel a part. I’m grateful for that.
- After my Church meetings, I MARCHED to fulfill my Church responsibility by training others to have more success at theirs. It was a long drive down to the stake center, two and half hours of meetings, and then a longer drive home. I am grateful the Lord thought of me when this position needed filling. I’m thankful for the talents I have that He thought He could use. And I’m more grateful for how He has magnified my efforts and helped me do His work.
- I MARCHED into the house and sat down to dinner with my family. I was happy that they had waited for me. It was wonderful to catch up on everyone’s day. Family dinners are a great time to talk, listen, and stay connected.
- Next, I MARCHED over to another daughter’s home who had just delivered her fourth baby that week. I took food I’d been preparing and freezing for her. When she has a crazy day, she’ll have several things she can pull from the freezer and not need to worry about what to make for dinner. I’m so happy to help her in this very small way. And I loved the hugs she gave me. We snuggled that new little grand-daughter and gave her her very own official Grandma nickname, KK.
- Back at home, I MARCHED wearily up the stairs to our bedroom where I finally ended my long weekend march by kneeling beside my bed with my husband. I love to hear him pray. I love to hear him give thanks for the blessings we enjoy and recognize they come from above. I love to hear him ask for special guidance and protection for all of our family members. I loved hearing him pray for our country, its leaders, and its citizens.
No Cameras, No Problem.
No news outlets covered me as I MARCHED. I didn’t wear a T-shirt with a slogan, a pink hat, or carry a sign. No celebrities lent their fame to my efforts. No political figures made statements of support for my causes. But as I MARCHED, quietly I STOOD for everything that I believe and love about womanhood:
That I’m a daughter of God.
I have a divinely appointed role.
That role includes wifehood and motherhood, in this life or the next. He loves me enough to give specific clear counsel on the things pertaining to family life, found in The Family: A Proclamation to the World, that will bring me the greatest chance for happiness and fulfillment. He wants me and my family to be successful.
He values my spiritual abilities and shows me that by giving me opportunities to serve in His kingdom.
I’m One in a Million; Well, One in Seven Million.
Though as I MARCHED it was mostly a solo effort, I was never truly alone. You see the women’s organization that I belong to – the Relief Society of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints – is over seven million ladies strong! It was organized in 1842 and is now the oldest women’s organization in the world! Though she will be celebrating her 175th birthday in March of this year, she is going strong. More vibrant, more relevant, and more needed than ever.
As one of its former General Presidents Belle Spafford said:
“Relief Society will stand increasingly firm and strong, a beacon light and guiding star for women of all nations.
“It will continue to rise until it becomes a mighty bulwark against the forces of evil that would engulf women and threaten their homes and loved ones. It will bring peace to the soul and love into the hearts and lives of endless members of our Father’s daughters. … May the women of today and tomorrow cherish Relief Society, advance its work, and love one another” 
(Can I get an AMEN?)
How, Why, and Do you March?
I’m not angry as I MARCH, I’m joyful – though many times I’m tired. As I MARCH I’m satisfied, though sometimes un-thanked. Because I MARCH I have peace in my heart and in my home – though at present there are three squealing grandchildren in the background, toys all over the floor, and unfinished toast on the counter.
When I MARCH it isn’t a one-day event. It’s a daily routine, played out week after week, month after month. And now at my age, I can say year after year. I am free to choose because the Lord gave me my agency, and I have chosen to have faith in Him and his plan for his daughters. So I MARCH on.
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