Sunday, August 30, 2009
Sunday I was sustained as the Relief Society Emergency Preparedness Specialist at my church. Basically that means that I am in charge of teaching other women how to be prepared before emergencies, ie How to Be Paula Deen on a $20 Budget When All Hell Breaks Loose. Or something like that.
My first assignment: Canning Class at my home where I'll teach interested ladies how to make jellies using wild fruits--more specifically mustang grapes and prickly pears. You know these ladies will be thanking me later when they have to pull out their three month food storage and find jelly to spread on their stale wheat crackers. I'm just sayin'.
Seriously though, the jelly is going to be good and I'll be sharing the recipe on Screwed Up Texan Recipes afterward.
I'm surprised that I was extended any calling in my church especially after being absent for over a year. I assumed I didn't deserve any church assignment--and honestly I feel very humbled to have even been asked to serve. When I think of the ladies at church who do have assignments whether it is teaching children or heading a class, I envision these women as faithful and righteous leaders--definitely characteristics I have lacked in the last several months.
Perhaps the following conversation should have been a warning to them:
Member of Bishopric: We'd like to extend to you a calling--but don't worry: it's not in the Primary. (Um, I am slightly vocal about that doncha think?)
Me: Oh good, because if you would have asked me to teach kids I was going to hit the liquor store on the corner and never come back.
The Hubs: You are rotten.
Me: But the lesson was on Honesty in Gospel Principles, remember?
Hey, at least this member of the bishopric has a good sense of humor. Hopefully no one will laugh too hard at me attempting to teach preparedness skills. More importantly, hopefully no one at church will find this post and fire me...because I am still asking, you want me to do what?