Each time we move into a new ward there are two things I have panic attacks over. The first is having to give a talk in sacrament meeting and not really knowing when it will come. The second is getting a calling.
At some point last week we were asked to come in to church a half hour early to meet with someone in our bishopric. Ben knew and I knew that we'd be getting a calling. I was praying it would be a calling I could do without dreading each week. Well, it definitely wasn't a calling I had expected. Maybe I'd be more scared of the calling if I knew more about what we'll be doing, but for now I'm just glad I wasn't called as a Relief Society teacher.
We are now officially ward missionaries.