Monday, February 8, 2010
Be Careful what you wish for.
There has been a little running joke between some of us at church about getting my husband back to the ward(congregation). He was the singles ward bishop for three years, and then he was on the high council for 2 years. He has been away from our 'home' ward for 5 years!
I make jokes about him being needed. A hymn book straightener? Chapel Cleaner? Secretary for something? I said these things to those who would listen.
When our Bishop had to suddenly move interstate, I immediately got the feeling that my husband was going to be called into the Bishopric. For two weeks I wondered if my intuition was correct, I started to doubt.
Then at the last minute a phone call, an interview and
and then half an hour later you have a three year old screaming "DADDY, DADDY... I WANT MY DADDY!" whilst running down the isle at church. She did this TWICE!! The second time ended with her face planting it into the carpet in front of the stand. Obviously Change is hard for some. Lucky someone else had my baby. And my visiting teacher came and sat with the older girls. How blessed am I?
I quickly grabbed her and ran out the exit door we both slumped to a heap outside in the corridor. We shared a big hug and had a little cry together, alone in the dark hallway, backs against the wall just holding eachother.
I knew that it would be alright. She stopped crying. So did I.
Be careful what you wish for.