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.
2 comments:
oh this means you just do what ever you want, no worries
Why not be RS teacher? I've done that for like 2 years or more now, and it's sweet. Everyone is understanding and you only have to do it once a month, and you just have to get people talking. I still don't know what ward missionaries do!
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