a confession and not the "bread" I expected
Okay, I have a confession to make. But first a little background. Last June when I was called to be a primary worker I was bummed. I'll admit it. Especially when I found out that I wasn't even going to be teaching my own son's class. I was bummed because the bishopric counselor mentioned to me that my name was submitted by the YW organization at the same time but that they felt I should go into the primary. Again. I had just left "primary mode" 12 months before and I was super disappointed that instead of being given the chance to work with my girls and go to fun firesides and midweek activities, I would be waiting on the couch for them for an hour and half every Wednesday night. Let me be clear. I firmly believe you serve where you are asked to serve. And you should do it to the best of your ability. And I do. I just was sad at an opportunity missed. I might have even been a littl...