I just got released from one of the funnest callings I've ever had. If you would have told me 2 1/2 years ago that I would actually be sad to be released from this calling I would have double over laughing. This calling scared me to death. It's like getting called to a foreign country on your mission. Okay it's probably nowhere near that, but it felt that way too me. I was the *drum roll please*...Cub Scout Committee Chair. Exactly. Most of you probably have no idea what that calling even is. I know I didn't. I knew that somebody in our ward took care of cub scouts and they did a wonderful job, beyond that...not. a. clue! Well, it's taken me a couple years to figure out what I was doing. I finally figured it out. I finally loved it. I got released. Isn't that how it always goes? Luckily, I have a son in cub scouts {and two more on their way} so I'll still get to enjoy it for too many years to come!
Do you blame me? How many of you get to do things like this in your church callings?
Happy Trails,