YW | ck's days

On November 17, I received a different calling in church. Callings are responsibilities and assignments. It’s our opportunity to serve in church. I found out about the change on October 25 – right before I left town for the weekend. It was a long drive to Manti. To eliminate gossip I couldn’t tell anyone the news quite yet. And I didn’t. It about killed me. Okay, not really. Just being dramatic.

I’m not a good secret keeper and if anyone paid attention to my Facebook fan page they would have known the secret.

First, I served in my old calling for 4.5 years. I’m a little disappointed I didn’t make a full 5 years. This was the first inclination change was a coming for little old me. I felt sad to leave my girls.

I told you I’m dramatic.

As I waited for it all to become official, I had many mixed emotions. Sad to be leaving. Excited to be starting. Nervous to be doing. That kind of thing.

That’s when I reshared this gem. To be honest though, I’ve shared this one before so this may have been overlooked as a secret slip.

That has been my theme song. You know, in a religious sense. I felt I had done all I could do. There was nothing more to give. I could detect some backsliding happening. For the benefit of the young women, it was time for me to move on.

So, my last post reflected the future. The unknown. What soon approached.

Okay, not all of this song applies to me. I kind of had to change it to “Journey coming to pass” to make it a little more applicable. But that first line kept ringing through my head. I needed courage. I still need courage because I’m not a very courageous person.

So, I’m not the best secret keeper. Luckily nobody cracked my sophisticated code.

Good news! I survived my fourth year of Girls’ Camp as a leader. Whew! It will now take me another week to recuperate and rest. Let’s just say, today wasn’t what you would call productive. Even now, it took me five minutes to figure out the word I wanted was productive and not productful. Yeah, it’s going to be a long week. I might have to do more retro postings.

In short, it was a very good week. I think. It really doesn’t matter what I think because, as I remind the girls, it ain’t Ancient Women Camp – it’s Girls’ Camp. It’s their opinion that matters, not mine. The most I can do is get feedback and, with the other leaders, make adjustments for next year’s camp. So, this is the time when I ask the girls how they felt about camp. Then I discreetly ask their mothers to get confirmation. That’s when I hold my breath and hope for the best.

In my opinion though, it was a pretty good week. There were a few minor personality clashes. But that was on Wednesday – the day we wake up early and hike. By the evening, we had a camp of some tired girls. I don’t know about you, but when I get tired, I get a bit cranky.

I decided I had one goal this year. My goal was to be a good leader. The past three years I have been so focused on other things and I forgot to be a good Young Women leader. This year I wanted an opportunity to connect and communicate with each girl. Since I’m pretty good at the end of things, I treated this year as my last year. I wanted to say what I needed to say and do what I wanted done. Did it work? Nope. I’m going to need another year.