While I was pregnant with
Jaxon I was called to jury duty. I was so excited! Not many people ever get the opportunity to be on a jury. I had a
fascination with government and law. I loved John
Grisham books, Law and Order. I was excited to be a part of the process and see what it was really like.
The trial was a murder trial. A little girl had died and others had been seriously injured. The man had
plead guilty and it was the jury's job to decide the sentencing. I took my responsibility very seriously. I couldn't watch the news, read the newspaper, or talk about the trial to anyone.
Not long into the trial, possibly two or three days, things went from interesting to disturbing to frightening. I was stuck in the most horrific of horror films. The most offensive language was quoted by prison wardens. Pictures, diagrams, threats, weapons. I couldn't escape. It was my job to sit there, to listen, to weigh the facts without prejudice.
I cried a lot of tears during the trial. I didn't want to be there anymore. I didn't want to hear about the pain this man caused, the lives forever changed by his actions, nor did I want to be partly responsible for how he spent the rest of his life, but I really didn't have a choice.
One night I remember
kneeling in prayer and asking for help. Help to be able to be do what I had been asked to do, to feel safe, to be protected from the images and words that were being seared into my brain. The impression came: read the scriptures.
The next day I went to a park by myself instead of going to eat with the other jurors. As I ate my lunch I read from the Book of
Mormon. I don't remember what I read, but I remember how I felt. Peaceful. Strengthened. Encouraged.
The trial continued in the same way it had been before and eventually ended. He was sentenced to life in prison without ever having the chance of
parole. I've only sat on the jury for one trial, but being human I have been through a lot of personal trials. Trials because I made poor choices and had to suffer the natural consequences, trials caused by the actions of others, and trials because life isn't perfect...we are all prone to sickness, broken down cars, unemployment, etc.
During these trials of life I have come to know, without any doubt, these truths:
1. I know that prayers are heard and answered, not always in the way I think is best, but always in the way that is best for me. There have been times in my life when I tried to pray and all I could do was sob. I didn't need to use words. My Heavenly Father knew what I needed. At times the answer comes in the peaceful reassurance that He is there, He is aware, and I am not alone.
2. I know that I have a loving Father in Heaven that knows me individually, cares for me personally, and loves me unconditionally.
3. I know the Book of Mormon is true. There is a power and a spirit in that book that brings peace, reassurance, and guidance to my life.
4. I know that praying and reading the scriptures doesn't necessarily change the trials in my life, but they change me... and make me more like who I am striving to be.