My stake just got back from youth conference and I went to most of it because there's really nothing I like more than youth, collectively, and conference, specifically. The conference was held at Camp Williams and I got there just in time for a fireside and a dance. You might think that I'd be too diffident or self-conscious to enjoy myself at a stake youth conference dance but you'd be wrong. Remember, my association with Rachel during my formative years has made me something of an enigma. So I did a little dancing and, well, let's just say that by the end of the night the stake president had succombed to my invisible lasso. I'll be honest with you--it's pretty hard to resist. The next day when I asked him if he was sore from all the dancing he replied (and I quote), "It would take a lot more dancing than that to make me sore." Yowza. I'll be honest with you--I've never heard such a startling proclamation of stamina from a stake president before. As with everything he says, I believe it.
Youth conference concluded with a testimony meeting. This really was very nice, and very moving, and was almost 3 hours long. Talk about stamina. During said testimony meeting a young man was bearing his testimony about how nervous he had been about getting to know people and then how pleased he was that everyone had turned out to be so friendly. At the very end of his remarks a young lady shouted from the back row "Aw, come on ____, you know we love you!" Let me pause here to say that this took place in the chapel where an outburst like that is certainly uncommon if not inappropriate. Let me extend this pause to mention the numerous times during youth conference when people seemed to wonder why I was there, who I was affiliated with, and what might have compelled me to join up with this group of people trying to mind their own business and have a decent youth conference (confirming my belief that no one really knows who I am or why I am there). Ok. On with the story. So this young lady makes kind of a wacky comment that's not quite right for the tone of the meeting. It was at this time that the person next to me looked at me and said, "She's one of your girls, isn't she." That's right sister!
Today when I saw the young lady--the outburster--at church I just couldn't help it. I had to know. She seems like someone who, while fairly outgoing, has the sense not to yell out during a testimony. I was so intrigued. I made a bit of an outburst myself. "What compelled you to do that?" She told me that she knew it was an odd thing to do, but really felt strongly (at the time) that the young man on the stand needed some support--a shout out, if you will. Unfortunately, she chose to do this literally. She felt very dumb about it and had a lot of regrets. Considering my behavior at the dance the night before, I knew just how she felt. There was no need for me to lecture her or make her feel worse. Listen, I'm not the most articulate person and I don't always know just what to say but the mantle of the young women's presidency does rest squarely on my shoulders. The words came to me immediately: "It's all good, honey. It's all good."