And the new calling is . . .
A call from the Stake Executive Secretary yesterday put me and my husband on alert. He was asked to meet with a counselor in the Stake Presidency about a new calling and I was invited to attend.
So, we worried about what the new calling would be and hoped it would be something that didn’t require a lot of time. Yeah right. What kind of stake calling doesn’t require a lot of time?
I had been freaking out, calling friends, predicting my future doom and being chastised by DH, “Why are you making such a big deal out of this?” “Because we don’t see you enough as it is!” I replied.
At 4:15, just before we headed out the door for the appointment, DH looks at me and says, “It could be the Elders Quorum President. I feel sick to my stomach.” He listed some reasons he thought made this prediction a possibility, and sure enough, the EQ Pres. was leaving the office just as we were walking in.
It turns out that my husband wasn’t even on the bishop’s original list for potential replacements for this calling. Since my husband hasn’t attended EQ for the last 3 years, I suspect the bishop thought he may not be the right fit. But, he’s been asked to serve nonetheless. When the call was extended, the counselor asked me first if I could support my husband in his calling. I didn’t give a firm yes or no. I told him that I would pray about it. I feel entitled to a confirmation that this is the right calling for him if we are going to commit so much time and resources to a such a big calling with such a young and needy family. Of course, if he gets the confirmation and I don’t, I’m sure he’ll say yes anyway. DH didn’t exactly say yes, he said that it would be difficult to unite the quorum, especially since he hasn’t been attending for so long.
So, needless to say, I walked away from that meeting with my head spinning: far more questions than answers.
But one thing I am sure of, patriarchy is alive and well.