The Curse

Guess what my new calling is?  I'll give you a hint......



Not the secretary, not a counselor, or adviser.  The President.  Thus the name of the post.  And to answer everyone's question, yes, the Bishop does know we are leaving this summer.

I have to admit, I was bugged.  I have fully embraced my Sundays of Sacrament Meeting, playing for 2 hours with the nursery kids (who I grew quite attached to!), coming home, napping, dinner, kids in bed early.  Gone were my 7:00 a.m. meetings, girls coming to church with their hair done by dad (but honey, you did such a marvelous job), more meetings, visits, you name it after church, mourning for another Sunday that slipped away.  Here comes BYC, Presidency meetings, Mutual, New Beginnings, Firesides, Ward Council, trying to figure out how to get everyone to church when both Jeremy and I have meetings, all in a ward where the only names learned were eleven two year olds. 

BUT......

When names came to me for my presidency, I realized Heavenly Father had strategically placed people right in my path, the very same people who were to serve with me.  My first counselor was my boys' Cub Scout leader. My adviser's husband is also here with Jeremy working on the hospital, and we also served in nursery together.  I visit teach my second counselor. My Beehive adviser's daughter is in Young Womens. My secretary's son was in my nursery.  Coincidence?  Nope.

Then, as I sat in my first Ward Council, I was humbled after I realized something in my soul longed to be there.  We laughed and talked our way through the meeting like we were all old friends, like we had been serving together for years.  How amazing is that, when I've been here for a mere 7 months?  Being in a military ward, most of the people in the room haven't been here much longer than I have.  But we were all there for the same purpose:  to serve, to get families to the temple, to be a part of something so much bigger than ourselves.  We have the incredible privilege to do what Jesus would do if He was here. With all that I've been blessed with, of course I can give up a few hours to do His work. I was thankful to be there.  It's taken me a long time to realize this, and I felt I needed to share it.  All of these years that I have served in different capacities, some with responsibilities that weigh heavily upon ones shoulders, it hasn't been my curse at all, it's been my blessing.

(and I think I now have a complex about always having to be in charge...)

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