The call

A couple of weeks ago, on a Tuesday, I received a call from the executive secretary. Can you come and talk to Brother S tonight? Now, usually, I'm up for whatever, but that day - was bad. I can't even remember why it was a bad day, but most likely it was hormonal. I was grumpy. I didn't want anyone around. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I had come home from work and put on my pajamas and went to the closet to hide. Yep, it was like that. So, when he called and asked that question, my response was something like, "He's over the young women, right? Then, no, I can't come in." Of course I was sarcastic, but mostly serious. And, of course, I went in (but not without a good cry first, and a meager attempt at humility).
"We'd like to call you to be a Beehive advisor in the young women."
"I'd rather teach Gospel Doctrine."
"We have an opening for that as well."
"I'd rather be in the nursery."
"We have an opening there too."
"I'll have to get back to you on this one."
It was a bit more than that, but after our conversation, during which I was grumpy and sarcastic, we left (Travis went with me).

On the drive home (with me grinding my teeth):
Travis asks, "do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
"Do you want to know my thoughts?"
"No...... okay, tell me your thoughts."
"Well, you'd be with O."
(In my head, "she doesn't need me to be with her all the time")
"And, on the nights they have combined activities, you'd be with the boys too."
(Still grinding teeth, not responding.)

I was just mad. It wasn't that I didn't think they were wrong in their inspiration to call me. (I know the Young Women president and she just doesn't work from desperation.) I was just mad. I sulked the rest of the night and half the next day. In the morning, Travis wanted to talk again. "Nope" I didn't want to talk about it, I just wanted to sulk.

I finally sent Brother S a text to let him know I would do it. They didn't sustain me the next Sunday, but in the hall, Brother S said that Bishop wanted to make sure I was okay doing it. I told him I was. Yesterday, I met with Bishop - he still wanted to make sure I was okay doing it. I explained why I was so dumb about the whole thing. They sustained me yesterday and I was set apart afterward.

So now I'm in a young women calling. I hope I learn what I'm supposed to learn from this. I hope I can find a better attitude about it too.

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