New Calling

Ok, so I'm really excited about my new calling. The bishopric kept calling me and talking to me about callings, but it took forever for our records to get transferred and they can't extend a calling until you're "officially" in the ward. So finally, after some false alarm callings (activity days leader and piano player-I can't even play the piano!) I receive the calling of...the laurel advisor! I absolutely loved young women's in my ward growing up. I had some of the most amazing leaders and for the most part all of us girls were friends. This is super lame, but I have dreamed of this calling because I am such a firm believer in the inspiration behind the Young Women's program. My first Sunday in Young Women's went pretty well except the first thing that I found out from one of my laurels is that she knows my husband's little brother. I called him when I got home from church because I just knew that he had probably made out with her and broke her heart or something. I won't tell the whole story, but some drama occurred between them and is still unresolved. I hated boys like my little brother in law when I was in high school, but I love him to pieces now, and I could have punched him right in the face when I found out what went down with him and this girl. I already feel so protective of these girls and I don't even know them. I'm really nervous for this calling because I am by no means a perfect example for these girls. I have to remember that it is important to be their friend, but most importantly I'm their leader and there's a line that can't be crossed. I've developed the bad habit of swearing and I'm nervous that a cuss word is going to slip out in the middle of my lesson or something. Anyways, I'm excited and nervous and so many other feelings, but first I need to start being an example and hopefully I can be the same type of leader that my leaders were to me when I was in young women's.

A Reality Check

So I guess I got a little dose of reality today and it frightened me quite a bit. A friend of my husband's lives in Texas and is a cop. Yesterday he was managing traffic during road construction on foot and an 18 wheeler crashed into him and fell on top of him. His left leg is crushed and runs the risk of amputation, his left arm is broken and has 3rd degree burns on it, and he had bleeding in his brain. His wife called and said that the doctors are optimistic about the situation and he should be ok. But oh my gosh! I guess you never really know what could happen until it happens to somebody else. Now logically I know that Noah doesn't run a huge risk of getting hurt like that because his job description is basically a security guard for the major government buildings. I've never been nervous about him going to work and getting hurt. But then I just thought, what if he does? Our family would be taken care of financially because Noah works for the state and has really good benefits, but still, it's a scary thought. Cops are targets for those crazies out there. Noah wears a bullet proof vest every day, but one day I asked him what would happen if they shot him in the face. Do you know what he said? He'd die. I wish he could walk around in some sort of bullet proof suit. No worries there. I guess when it comes down to it, life is really fragile. We could die at any time. I suppose when it comes down to it we're all constantly in the process of slowly dying. Way to have an optimistic outlook on life, huh?