I just got home from Girls’ Camp. A week in the Alps should be rejuvenating and refreshing, but these girls took everything we had to give and then some. I’ve got stuff to say about it but it’s going to have to hold for the moment.
This has been an incredible couple of months. I haven’t written much about our little church branch because life is continually distracting me, but it’s time something was said. Serving in the Baumholder Branch has been the greatest blessing we’ve ever had as a family. I was released a few months ago as first counselor in Stake Young Women’s (translation: Stake means region so I was on the team that oversaw seven or eight church youth young women groups) and called as the Baumholder Young Women’s president.
I have one young woman. One.
She’s fourteen and amazing and wonderful and I absolutely love her, still this is the hardest calling I’ve ever had. My poor girl has so much pressure. On Sundays as we sit across from each other for an hour and do our lessons there’s nowhere to hide for either of us. She has to answer every question and run every meeting. To add to the awkwardness she’s the only girl in the branch but we have eight or nine young men. Some girls would love this but I think it’s been a little overwhelming for her.
Up to the last few weeks it’s been a wild year. They released me from the stake but I still needed to fulfill all my Girls Camp duties so they recalled me as an assistant stake camp director. I’m the branch music person which means on Sundays I played the organ, the primary music, ran weekly choir practice (you have never seen so much musical talent in such a small group of people), substitute primary teacher, plus teaching young women’s and doing Wednesday night activities.
I’m not very good at any of the above callings.
It was too much. I started feeling like every hour of my day was centered around one of my many church hats and I wasn’t wearing any of them very well.
In July we did a project for Girls Camp where each of the members in the yw stake presidency asked a girl to do a three day Holy Woman marathon. We chose a girl then asked her to pick one area of her life and work on it for three days, asking herself, “What would a holy woman do?”
It was about this time that all the pressure started to cave in on me. I would laugh with a girlfriend about how much I was trying to do then hang up the phone and cry because I didn’t know how I was going to do any of this without mudding it up with my incompetence. Maybe it was because of our holy woman activity or just a little note of personal revelation, but during my week I realized that all these church callings and obligations, all the jobs and the lists and the crafts and the prep work, the music on Sundays and the extra meetings and practices, they were hard. But I have never been so close to Heavenly Father. I started to see that every time I said yes to something He threw a line out to my ship and anchored me a little tighter to shore.
I’m not going to go into detail right now, but I will say we have never seen such amazing blessings in our life as we have these last few weeks. Things we have prayed about for years, the stuff that seems insurmountable or unattainable is suddenly on our horizon. Blessings have come from out of the blue and I know it’s because of our time in this branch. It’s not working out like we expected, in fact we couldn’t be more surprised at how the next few years will probably pan out, but the results are more exciting and hopeful than either of us could have foreseen.
Also, we are moving to Las Vegas next summer.