New is Good Right?

So, a week and a half ago I got a phone call. The ward secretary called and asked me if Shane and I could go meet with the bishop. I knew once he arranged that meeting that I was going to get a new calling.

The meeting wasn't until that Sunday so I had three days to wonder what they would want me to do. Would I be called to scouts? (PLEASE PLEASE NO!) Would I be the new Young Women Secretary? (That would be good...) Would I get a calling in Relief Society? (Also acceptable...) These were the ideas going through my head.

Of course it usually spun from scouts to YW secretary. I think you can figure out which one I preferred.

So, Sunday morning rolled around, Shane and I headed in, and then we waited.

They asked me to be the 10-11 year old Primary Teacher. I was so relieved that it wasn't scouts! (Don't get the wrong idea, I think scouts is a great program, but...I really don't want to be a scout leader...)

I felt really at peace about it. They set me apart for that calling, and I still felt at peace. If anything, I felt even more at peace. I really felt like this is what was needed at this time. So, I diligently prepared my lessons All the while missing Young Women's. Not going to mutual on Tuesday night was definitely a change. I had an orchestra rehearsal that filled in the time, and that was nice.

Then yesterday, I had everything ready, and we went to church. I went to the church library and got what I needed for the lesson and the YW President was in there and told me that she hoped I knew that I would be missed. I smiled and told her I would miss them too (BECAUSE I DO/DID). Then I went and got my classroom ready, and headed into Primary......

Where I promptly felt a wave of emotion and started crying. I'm sure the Primary Presidency felt kind of bad, I mean, there was their new Primary teacher crying on the back row because she's not in Young Women's anymore. Yeah...good times.

Once I got to the classroom though and taught the lesson, things were just fine. So, I'm sure things will start to get better...and hopefully I won't cry in opening exercises next Sunday. ;)