but I'm twelve

Today I recited the Young Women's theme with a group of young women for the first time in ten years. It was weird to hear myself saying it again, but aside from the new additions, I still knew it. As I stood up to introduce myself to those young women that I don't know at all yet, I felt like I was still one of them. Am I really old enough to be leading them? It was strange. But also exciting.

It seems like for the past two weeks young women's is all I've been thinking about. All I've been praying about. All I've been worrying about. Poor Brian is tired of hearing me talk about it. He's also been getting a kick out of saying, "You're not the president of me." when I ask him to do something. I'm a little bit terrified of this new calling. . .but grateful for the already amazing experiences that have helped me to know that it's where I'm supposed to be. And grateful for the things that fall into place right when you need them to. And definitely grateful for both the wonderful blessings that Brian and the bishop gave me, specifically reminding me that the Lord will make up for my weaknesses. . .which are many. "The Lord doesn't call the equipped, He equips the called." Counting on that.

As if all that hadn't already complicated my previously very uncomplicated life, I now have been summoned to report to jury duty selection. Really hoping that they don't want me, although dad says, "it's a privilege." Cross your fingers.