When Marshall and I first moved into our ward, we were given the calling of nursery teachers (watching kids younger than 2 years old during Sunday School classes). To us, it was the best calling in the world. We absolutely loved teaching the little children in the ward. The only downside was that we did not get to attend our other meetings—Relief Society, Priesthood, and Sunday School—very often.
After several months went by, we woke up one Sunday morning to a text from a member of the Bishopric. We knew what that meant. New callings. I was heartbroken. I did not want a new calling. I received a calling for the Relief Society, and I felt so inadequate. I hadn’t been to Relief Society for months, and the few women in the ward I did know were moving out.
At first I was frustrated and maybe a little bitter about my calling. How was I supposed to serve all these girls I didn’t know? I didn’t understand why I had been given a calling I couldn’t do as well as some of the other girls probably could. A few weeks went by and I felt like I was doing a horrible job. Our ward was rearranging presidencies, people were constantly moving in and out, and they split our Relief Society into two, so everything was hectic at first. But slowly, things have calmed down and I have been really getting to know others in my ward so that I might better serve them in my calling. I’ve realized that Heavenly Father gave me this calling for a purpose, not only to serve the girls in the ward, but also to increase my faith and bring me closer to Him. I’m grateful for His love and guidance in my life, and I know that He truly loves us, and if we have faith, everything will fall into place perfectly.
Loves,
Em
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