My calling.

I was released from my church calling today. For almost 3 years I've been serving as the YW president of our branch. Not to mention the 2.5 years before that as a teacher and 2nd councillor in the YW program back in Brisbane. So I think it's fair to say that it was a welcoming change for me.

 I'm excited to see where I will be called into next. Though I wouldn't mind a little holiday, that never seems to be the case for me. Right from the time I turned 18 and given my first calling, it has never stopped and sometimes I don't mind that. I learn so much from my callings especially when I'm given the opportunity to teach. I love to teach.

I remember my first calling ever was teaching a small CTR 4 class. I loved those children. I still remember all their names and how it reinforced to me that teaching (as a career) was what I really wanted to do. 

I got that same feeling today when I volunteered to teach the primary children, as our primary president was absent. I found my-self jumping at the chance actually. I had no lesson prepared and I don't really know the kids or their names, but it just worked. I just so happened to have El's story book in my bag about an 'ugly bug' who felt so different from the rest and therefore wanted to make herself look like the others, only to discover that she is special just the way she was made. The kids really enjoyed this story, so it was so easy to turn this message into a fundamental principal that we are all children of God who were made special in our own way. By the end of the lesson, it felt like they had always been my class. They were such lovely children.

I loved hearing their responses to my questions, and how natural it felt for me to just teach, as well as that satisfaction that comes from their reactions to what they're being taught. It made me miss the career I left behind when I became a mother, as well as excited to return to it someday. But for now, I know that the most important thing for me is to be a full-time mother to my children. Though I must admit, sometimes I have to remind my-self that those long and tough 4.5 years at university weren't a big waste of time. Instead, I'm using that knowledge and those skills I developed to teach the most important children in the whole world... my own. Besides, my next calling might be to teach. Fingers crossed it's not Sunday school class though. I love teaching, but not that much!