EFY Week #4 – "Lifted Up"

Lifted Up!
My last week of EFY was probably my best. This week, my company’s scripture came from Psalms 24:3-4 “Who shall ascend into the hill of the LORD? or who shall stand in his holy place? He that hath clean hands, and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity, nor sworn deceitfully.”
So our name was Lifted Up!
This week, the Red session was the largest for Provo this year: 700 participants! The average is 350 for a session. Add that to the fact that all 4 sessions were going on at once (2500+ youth!) and all having classes and lunch together!
At least the Red were housed in on-campus apartments rather than the on-campus dorms like the rest of the youth. We also had our own cafeteria for breakfast and dinner. But, with 700 participants, the only place we could fit on campus was 1 auditorium on the opposite side of campus. Getting place to place and sitting down was ridiculous. However, all the counselors and the coordinators all agreed that even though we were super worried about this chaotic week, it turned out to have less problems than the week we only had 250 youth!
My girls were amazing! I didn’t have any problems with any of them! Two of my boys tried out for the variety show and four of my girls did the musical program. They were all super tight, always hanging out in each others’ rooms. They all participated in discussions and devotionals, which made me very happy.
However, there was one girl who wasn’t able to be in the same company as the rest of her friends. It was her first year at EFY and she felt quite isolated and shy. I tried my best to make her feel welcome and even talked to some of my girls with kind, strong personalities. Her mom even called me to talk to me about the situation. Sadly, I feel like I failed in this instance because she left early on Thursday night.
Then, on Friday, one girl threw me for a loop. It was her 3rd year at EFY and I didn’t see any problems with her. However, she said she was going to make herself sick so she wouldn’t have to go to the dance (she is lactose-intolerant). She did this because no boy had asked her to dance during the Tuesday dance. I talked to her about how she was worrying not only me, but the rest of the girls because it isn’t healthy for her to have milk. Then I also told her how the past couple of years have been hard for me because I’ve seen so many of my girl friends get asked out on dates, start dating, and get married; whereas, almost all the dates I have been on in the past 3 years, I have asked the boy out and they usually have turned out bad. So I knew how she felt and told her I was tired of waiting for boys to ask me out so I started asking them out. That situation, and knowing the love she had from the other girls gave her enough courage to go to the dance. Then, she even asked my old co, the one with the same name as me, who all the girls have a crush on, to dance, and he danced with her! She enjoyed herself.
That night, I also had dance duty–I had to sit down in a corner and make sure no youth left or hid, etc. One of my girls sat somewhere near me and talked on the phone. I assumed her mom had called, but then, after about 15 minutes and her ending numerous different calls, I decided to go over and see what the problem was. She was losing self-confidence. Yes, boys had asked her to dance, but they were all weird, awkward, or not-that-cute. She sees other girls who she thinks are prettier then her being asked to dance by good-looking boys. She didn’t feel she was as good-looking as them. Kind of the same situation as my other girl. Coincidentally, they were both mixed races and gorgeous. I love mixed race girls–they get the best of both races. So I told her that, she was beautiful. Told her my story. Told her to be a huntress. She finally went to go dance with my other girls.
I was glad for such a wonderful week to end on. I was able to memorize the names of all my kids, the second time I was able to do it!
I am so thankful to have been able to do EFY this summer. It was an amazing experience and allowed my testimony to grow so much. True, I am thankful that it is over for the year, but I am still sad–I felt such at home being a counselor. My patriarchal blessing* tells me that I will use my written and oral skills to teach. I feel as if I have truly made that come to pass. I was meant to be an EFY counselor and I will never regret doing it.
 * patriarchal blessing (a blessing LDS members get that tells them Heavenly Father’s expectations and promises for them)

Tayler is a work at home mom. She does free lance articles and dabbles in graphic design and virtual assisting for bloggers. She spent 3 years as a history and English teacher. Her passions are her husband, two children, history, reading, nature, and her Savior, Jesus Christ.