The Day of Humbling
The Sunday before Thanksgiving, I was getting ready to leave church when my husband told me that the branch president wanted to speak to me. I was in the Relief Society Presidency as 2nd Counselor and had just found out that week that our president was moving. My sister-in-law Anna was 1st counselor, and she's amazing, so I assumed that when he called me in, he was telling me that she was president, and I was to be a counselor.
Boy, was I wrong.
I should also mention that my husband had just been called and set apart as a counselor in the branch presidency that same Sunday. So when the branch president asked me if I would accept the calling to be Relief Society President, I thought he was joking. I actually laughed in his face. He didn't laugh and assured me he wasn't joking. I'm pretty sure my mouth was agape the rest of the time he talked to me. I think I was in shock. I also cried. A lot.
Since then my life has felt topsy turvy. The Christmas season is here along with basketball season for Evan, and I already felt overwhelmed with tasks, but I think now I feel superwhelmed. Yes, I just made up that word. I think it adequately describes how I've felt. My children want my time. My husband wants my time. The church wants my time. I've tried to think of things I could cut out to be less busy (because I honestly hate being super busy), but all I could actually cut out was internet time. :(
I've only been Relief Society President officially for a week and a half, and I've already had a training meeting, a presidency meeting, and planned a Christmas party. I was supposed to have a meeting to organize visiting teaching last night, but Evan came home with a fever, so I cancelled. Our routes are a mess, though. They need fixing desperately.
But I'm optimistic. The first thing I felt when I received this calling was dread. Lots of dread. I felt sick to my stomach for a week. At the training meeting I went to, the mission president's wife came to me and asked about my calling, and she gave me some advice that stuck with me. She said, "Enjoy your calling." That was something that hadn't even occurred to me--that I actually might enjoy this calling. So that's become my new mantra. ENJOY MY CALLING! There will be many blessings and many great experiences, and I feel this can only bring me closer to my Heavenly Father as I will have to rely wholly on him as I do not know what I'm doing. At all. I'm glad I have great counselors to guide me, and I feel that we can do some good in our branch. My main goal is to have at least more than 5 sisters in our Sunday Relief Society meetings. :)
So I should probably get back to life. Evan's out of school today because he's sick, and I feel bad for saying this, but it's been nice to have a relaxing, go no where day. I just hate that my son had to get sick for it to happen. If I don't get the chance to pop back in before Christmas. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas! :)
Boy, was I wrong.
I should also mention that my husband had just been called and set apart as a counselor in the branch presidency that same Sunday. So when the branch president asked me if I would accept the calling to be Relief Society President, I thought he was joking. I actually laughed in his face. He didn't laugh and assured me he wasn't joking. I'm pretty sure my mouth was agape the rest of the time he talked to me. I think I was in shock. I also cried. A lot.
Since then my life has felt topsy turvy. The Christmas season is here along with basketball season for Evan, and I already felt overwhelmed with tasks, but I think now I feel superwhelmed. Yes, I just made up that word. I think it adequately describes how I've felt. My children want my time. My husband wants my time. The church wants my time. I've tried to think of things I could cut out to be less busy (because I honestly hate being super busy), but all I could actually cut out was internet time. :(
I've only been Relief Society President officially for a week and a half, and I've already had a training meeting, a presidency meeting, and planned a Christmas party. I was supposed to have a meeting to organize visiting teaching last night, but Evan came home with a fever, so I cancelled. Our routes are a mess, though. They need fixing desperately.
But I'm optimistic. The first thing I felt when I received this calling was dread. Lots of dread. I felt sick to my stomach for a week. At the training meeting I went to, the mission president's wife came to me and asked about my calling, and she gave me some advice that stuck with me. She said, "Enjoy your calling." That was something that hadn't even occurred to me--that I actually might enjoy this calling. So that's become my new mantra. ENJOY MY CALLING! There will be many blessings and many great experiences, and I feel this can only bring me closer to my Heavenly Father as I will have to rely wholly on him as I do not know what I'm doing. At all. I'm glad I have great counselors to guide me, and I feel that we can do some good in our branch. My main goal is to have at least more than 5 sisters in our Sunday Relief Society meetings. :)
So I should probably get back to life. Evan's out of school today because he's sick, and I feel bad for saying this, but it's been nice to have a relaxing, go no where day. I just hate that my son had to get sick for it to happen. If I don't get the chance to pop back in before Christmas. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas! :)