Emily Belle Freeman
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THIS IS MY JOY

AND MY GREAT REJOICING

Written Always in Your Heart

Mosiah 11:4 - Mosiah 14:5

Last fall I was preparing to go on vacation.

Worried that I might be traveling alone on my flight, I asked my daughter, Megan, if I could borrow her iPod.

I left on Friday and returned home on Sunday.

I was so busy I never got a chance to listen to Meg’s iPod.  On Monday as I started unpacking I realized I couldn’t find the iPod anywhere.  I sadly realized that it must have fallen out on the plane.

Immediately I called Delta, only to find that their automated recording proved less than helpful, “Hundreds of passengers leave items on our planes every day.  We have no way to categorize or sort these items.  Thank you.”  That was it!  They didn’t even ask for my name.

(I don’t know why, but leaving my name would have made me feel a little bit better.)

Obviously I was going to have to buy Meg a new iPod.  So I got online and began the ordering process.  Megan and I checked the tracking number daily. (…Because when you are 14, you can’t exist without an iPod.)

We determined the delivery date would be a Wednesday, and I wasn’t going to be home.  So I told Meg, “They don’t leave stuff like this on the porch, when you hear the doorbell you need to be here and you need to answer.”  She sat at home all afternoon, and finally the anticipated moment arrived.

When Megan answered the door the UPS man handed her the small cardboard box, and then he handed her an automated handheld machine.  Megan wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do with the machine.  She looked at it for a minute and finally thought to herself, Oh, he must want to know what is in my box.

So, on the small screen, with the pen he had provided, she very carefully drew a picture of an iPod with earphones coming out of it.

(Yep, she really did that!)

Then she handed it back to the UPS man.

He stared at the box for a minute and then said, “Well, what’s your last name?”

Megan replied, “Freeman” and shut the door.

I am sure that man went home and told his wife, “You are not going to believe what happened to me today…”

When I came home Megan was mortified.  “Mom!” She said, “You didn’t tell me I was supposed to sign my name!”  She told me the whole experience and then asked, “Why did the man want my name?”  I explained to her that a signature shows you are taking responsibility for something, a signature can show ownership, or it can show that an item is being placed into your care.  Then I told her, “It’s OK Meg, It’s funny.”  “I know, Mom,” she said, “I just wish I knew about the name.”

Several weeks after that happened I was reading in the book of Mosiah, “I would that ye should take upon you the name of Christ…I say unto you, I would that ye should remember to retain the name, written always in your heart…that ye hear and know the voice by which ye shall be called and the name by which he shall call you.” (Mosiah 5: 8 & 12)  I stopped at that verse and heard the echo of Megan’s voice, ––I just wish I knew about the name.

How important is it for us to remember the name written always in our hearts?  I recently attended a women’s conference.  At one point all of the women were gathered into groups of about 20.  The purpose was to get to know each other better.  We were asked to introduce ourselves and then tell the group why we were there and what we hoped to gain from the experience.  As I listened to each woman share I felt my heartstrings being tugged.  One woman had lost her husband to cancer four months earlier.  Her daughter was really struggling; making decisions that had the potential to ruin her life.  Another woman spoke of bringing her sister to the conference so that she would be surrounded by women who would be kind to her, because that would not be the case when she returned home.  Another asked, “Do you know what it feels like when you are swimming and swimming trying to reach the surface so you can finally take a breath?  That is my life.  At least I am still swimming.  I just wish I could breathe.”  I looked around at those women and again heard my daughter’s voice ––I just wish I knew about the name.

Have you ever had a moment like that?

In those moments I try to remember the name written always in my heart.  There I find courage; there I find peace; there I find strength beyond my own.

From King Benjamin we learn the importance of being willing to write the name of the Lord on our hearts.  He teaches that writing the name of the Lord on our hearts is not something that can be done in one afternoon.  The process often requires preparation and dedication.  He explains that it is a covenant we should be willing to keep all the remainder of our days.

It will lead to a change of heart.

It will require obedience.

Most important, it is our choice.

We take his name if we are willing.  We choose to make the covenant; we choose to allow our heart to change.

Elder Oaks taught that “It is significant that when we partake of the Sacrament we do not witness that we take upon us the name of Jesus Christ.  We witness that we are willing to do so.  (D&C 20:77.) The fact that we only witness to our willingness suggests that something else must happen before we actually take that sacred name upon us in the most important sense.  Our willingness to take upon us the name of Jesus Christ affirms our commitment to do all we can do to be counted among those whom he will choose to stand at his right hand at the last day.  (Oaks, emphasis added)

There are three important things that we do in the name of Christ ––we pray in His name, we repent in His name, and we serve in His name.

With those in mind, consider one way you might show that you are willing to take the name of the Lord today.

Emily Freeman