a new calling

I recieved a new calling in church this week. I am a Sunday School teacher. I have to say I am really excited about it. I have never taught sunday school before and I am not really great at teaching but I am happy to feel apart of something and be able to serve. I have struggled with where I fit in at my ward. We have lived here for six years and at times I have felt like I am starting all over. Let me explain. My first calling in this ward came six months after we moved in. That was hard on me. I had just come from a ward where I was the 2nd counselor in the Young Women's and I really didn't want to leave the ward. I loved it! I was trying to figure out a way to stay in that ward. Trust me I tried. Back to my calling. I was called as a primary teacher to seven 9 year old boys. Yep! And I was alone. It was the hardest thing I think I have ever done!! (those boys just left Eric's deacons this last year!) The new year came and I was moved to a new class (nicknamed the dream class) and they were angels. I was also called as an Activity Days leader. I enjoyed all that until I was called to be the primary secretary. I loved this calling. It was great! I think I met more people during that calling then I have in any other calling. It was great. The hardest thing for me was to ask to be released after the birth of Savannah. I just couldn't do it with her. She was very difficult her first few months and I had very little support from Eric. I don't blame Eric, it was our first kid and he was busy too, but I felt very alone at church because he had something to do and I had to take care of Savannah. I was then called to Activity Days. I had this calling for two years. It was great, I loved the girls I worked with. They were so cute! (Two are now in my sunday school class!) After two years, I was feeling forgotten. I know that is terrible but I was. I knew what I was doing was important but I just felt like I could do more. I was then called to the Activities Committee. I loved this. Parties are right up my alley! I loved this calling. Unfortunately, I was joining the committe when I was pregnant and the leader was about to be released. We had two amazing parties. And that was it. A new leader was called. And not a lot was done for the ward parties. Actually only the Pioneer Day breakfast and well that is another story. A year later here I am. I hadn't done anything except cut fruit since Olivia was born. I know it is hard with two small children to give your all but I know that I can. I also know that I need Eric to support me in this calling. I cannot do it with out him! Sorry for the novel but this has been on my mind. I felt like I have so much to give yet I was stuggling for a place to give it. This calling came at the right time. I am really excited to teach for so many reasons. This year is the Book of Mormon and I am so excited to learn and study and teach others about the importance of this book and how it can change your life. I can't wait to get to know the 12 year olds of our ward better. (they might be sick of Jorgensens though since Eric gets the boys the first hour for Deacons.) I think the only way I was able to get through the last few months of not feeling relevant in this ward was the I knew my Heavenly Father loves me and has a plan for me. I just had to keep telling myself this. I also knew that my job was to support my husband as he is serving in the young mens. I feel like I do that. He is away a lot with them, especially in the summer, but I know that he is needed there. So sorry for the long ramble. Many thoughts running through my head right now.