In our church we have a couple of words I will define quickly. "A calling" is the job you are asked to do in your ward (geographical area). For instance, I work in the Relief Society which is the women's organization. We also have "home teachers", which are a couple of members assigned to visit our family each month, share a spiritual message and just make sure we are doing okay.
I share that to begin with because our home teachers came today. They shared a message about accepting callings in the church happily and not grumbling about them (not necessarily in those words). I honestly am not sure the rest of the what they shared because I kept coming back to this point in my mind. There was a time I was called to work in the Primary (kids age18 mths to 12 yrs). My calling was to be with the 5 yr olds each Sunday for 2 hours. I wasn't a happy camper about this. Sadly to say I wasn't happy because I was supposed to be Ethan's teacher. Ethan was such a handful at home, and I just wanted a break from him. Honestly, this is how I felt. I was so mad about this calling at the time. I hate when you move and the "just put you in Primary." At least those are some of the words I used.
Sitting and listening to this message from our home teachers today put a new light on the situation for me. I LOVED that calling. I loved every minute of getting to know my crazy Ethan better. I wasn't happy in the beginning, but it grew to be my favorite calling. I wish I had never grumbled about it. In retrospect, I am happy a loving Father in Heaven knew what I needed at the time. I didn't need a break from Ethan; I needed more time with him. I didn't know how short that time would be, but He did. I am grateful for the moments I got to watch Ethan in Primary, despite his craziness. I loved how he just loved everybody around him and wanted to share in that. He also ONLY wanted to sit by me. Boy, I love that memory. I wish I could get more time back now. However, the message just reminded me how much I need to be happy for the moments I have. There is someone out there who knows more about my life than me, and I need to trust in that.
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