Last week we got a call that the Bishop would like to talk to Dave and I - could we come in at 7:00. We couldn't because we've been doing a little family counseling with a sister in our ward who is a therapist, so I told the Executive Secretary in our ward that we could come down to the church afterwards at 8:30 - he said the Bishop would just come over to our house instead at that time. Okay, no big deal. 9:00 arrives and the Executive Secretary calls back - Bishop is really sorry, he ran into a few problems, can he still come over?? Sure. I went and told Dave and told him that Bishop must have a pretty big new calling for him - I had just been put in the Young Womens Personal Progress not too long ago. Bishop show ups and chats for a few minutes and then asks if I, not Dave, would be willing to be the new Relief Society President??!?! Huh??!? Wait a minute......me??? Wow. Um, okay.
The next day Dave and I went to lunch and talked it over, discussed it, mulled over it and decided I might be able to do it. I called the Bishop that night and told him that he might not know who he's calling to this position - after all, I have two tattoos, I'm rowdy and irreverent, sometimes I say dumb things - he said those things didn't matter, he still wanted to issue me the calling. So......wish me luck.
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