I forgot I hadn’t shared this experience I had related to being released as Young Women’s President in my ward, but my family reminded me of it and said they were waiting to read about it, so I’ll do a little reprise here. This is what I wrote the evening I found out I was being released:
Tonight I was told I was being released from my calling as Young Women’s President. I’ve only been in the calling for a year and I finally feel like I’m doing it the way it’s supposed to be done, so it hurts that I’m getting released just as I feel like I’m really getting to know the young women. I left the bishop’s office and sobbed in my car for almost 20 minutes.
When I got home, I saw the scripture I’d been drawing that day. It said, “He has made everything beautiful in its time.” (Eccl. 3:11)
It was like a tap on the shoulder, and I was reminded that only God knows when it’s the right time for His plans, and that if you push past the limits He places on something, it ends up not as beautiful. Fortunately, that’s where the Savior’s atonement kicks in.
When I went to make a pound cake for the refreshments for our Young Women’s New Beginnings activity tomorrow night, the directions for baking it said, “Check it early. If it comes out dry, you cooked it too long.”
I felt, again, as though Heavenly Father was telling me, “You’re done. I’m not going to let you come out dry.”
And that’s the story. Trust God to know how His plan is supposed to work. Even when it’s really hard. Especially when it’s really hard. He knows when the work you are doing is done. Oh, and the pound cake turned out really well, too. Click HERE if you want the recipe I used.
On a related note, something interesting happened yesterday that acted as one more testimony to me that God is truly in the details of our lives. I received an email from a friend asking if my husband and I would like to go on a Holy Lands tour that they were thinking of doing. This has been a HUGE dream for Mr. Hot Stuff his whole life, and I forwarded the email to him so that he could see what was involved ($$$$). When he realized that I was suggesting we do this instead of the Alaska cruise we were planning, (Alaska will still be there next year), he got as wiggly as a seven-year-old on Christmas Eve. So, no cruise this summer. Instead, I’ll be walking where Jesus walked. My bishop says we’d better plan to do a fireside meeting when we get back. Haha! We’ll see.
P.S. NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO DIE IN JULY, YOU HEAR ME??! I’M NOT CANCELLING THIS TRIP.