Called To Serve

I have a new calling at church. If you need clarification of what that means, please let me know and I'll tell you. But as I'm pretty sure most people who read this are LDS, I'll just keep it simple.

My new calling is the Nursery Coordinator. I'm not the "Nursery Leader," I'm the Coordinator. Because our Nursery needs coordinating.

As of right now, we have 46 children on our rolls for the Nursery, meaning the 18-months to 3-year-olds. Of course, not all of them come every week, but most of them do. In the next 5 months, 8 more will be joining us when they turn 18-months-old. Plus, however many more move into our ward (we had another added to our rolls just today). Today we had some small classes, so we only had about 30 kids there.

I've already implemented some changes to the way the classes are running. Today was mildly successful. If nothing else, I figured out what things need to be done by next Sunday. I've created a schedule where the kids rotate activities. It's a flexible schedule, but routine enough to make everyone (including the Primary Presidency) happy. I like it better than the previous routine which involved moving the kids from classroom to classroom. It upset too many little ones. Now we bring the activities to the kids. A bit nicer.

The thing I find funny/strange/interesting about all of this is how okay I feel with this calling. Maybe it's because I spent the last two weeks in constant prayer about how to make things run more smoothly. Maybe it's because so many of the kids are really cute and very sweet. Or maybe it's because I've been humbled to the core because of my previous attitudes about serving in the Nursery. A month ago if you would've asked me if there was any calling I didn't want I would've immediately said the Nursery. Why? Mostly because I'm a stay-at-home mom with a Nursery aged kid and I can hardly handle my own children let alone someone else's. Honest enough for ya?

But I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I'm supposed to be doing this. I don't know for how long. Maybe a few months, maybe years. I don't know. But I know I'm in the right place. I don't dread going to Nursery, although I do worry that I'm making bad changes or too many changes or the other leaders think I'm trying too hard.

I also know that I will never again think about what calling I do or do not want to have. Never, never, never!