So, as most of you know, I was recently released from the Young Womens, where I had been serving for almost five years. It was heartbreaking - much harder than I expected it to be. I've been anxious for another calling to try and fill in part of the giant hole that Young Womens left behind. So I was excited when I got a text from the Bishop on Tuesday asking me to come in on Sunday at 10:30am. (Church starts at 11:00, and yes, my Bishop texts.) But that meant that I had almost five whole days to think about it, worry about it, stew about it...
So I was glad when Sunday morning finally arrived. But at 9:30 Sunday morning, Jef got a phone call. "Could you come and meet with the Bishop at 10:00 this morning?" Now, I know life isn't fair, but that was going a bit too far. I had been waiting and waiting for Sunday morning to finally roll around, and now Jef had a 30 minute wait before he nipped in half an hour ahead of me? So rude!
When Jef got home from his interview, he revealed that he had been called as Webelos Den Leader. Now, I don't know how it is in your ward, but in my ward they usually call couples to that calling. So had they made me wait five days just to call me as Jef's assistant half an hour after they called him? Surely they wouldn't do that, would they?
I finally made it in to meet with the 1st Counselor (not the Bishop, so why couldn't I have met with him at ten? or nine-thirty? Or anytime before Jef? Not that I'm complaining, of course), and he asked me to serve as ..... (drum roll, please)
A Gospel Doctrine Teacher!
Now, I've never taught adults before (unless you count in my college singles ward, but those weren't really adults, were they?) So I'm a little nervous. Any suggestions, ideas, or tips you have would be appreciated. But surely it won't be nearly as nerve-wracking to actually serve in the calling as it was waiting to receive it!
Part 1:
The other day I made what we call "Eastern Creole." It's basically some beans and hamburger with cornbread on top. As we were eating it, I said to Jef, "This cornbread sure has a weird texture, doesn't it?"
Well, turns out that I left out the baking powder. Woops, that was weird. But it was still edible, so oh well.
Last night it was time for the weekly pot-luck dinner at the parents' house. I decided to make home-made biscuits, which I've made a million times. As I took the first pan out of the oven, I knew that something had gone terribly wrong. They were still the exact same size as when they went in, and they hadn't browned at all. It didn't take me long to figure out that I'd forgotten the baking powder. Again. And this time, they were not edible.
We took a couple cans of corn to the pot-luck dinner.
But seriously, what is wrong with me? Why do I suddenly have a mind block against baking powder?
