I’m a windowsill – Hive and Nest

So our ward at church got split last month. (You may recall my complete foot-in-mouth moment shortly afterwards.)  Mister got a calling the day the ward split was announced (1st counselor in the Elders Quorum).  I am still waiting on one.  Despite all the teasing about getting a Primary calling, I figured that my announcement would put enough worry into the President’s head (“was she joking?  What if she wasn’t?”) to not call me. So far so good.

But I thought I would probably get a calling.  Any calling.  I’m starting to feel like the last person picked for the 3rd grade kickball team (I know all too well how that feels, believe me).  Don’t I have something to offer?

I realize I may be a little too mouthy for Young Women.  And we all know how I feel about nursery.  But seriously, there are a lot of other callings!

The bishop announced in testimony meeting today that we shouldn’t feel bad if we don’t have a calling yet because the ward is like a house, and no part is more important than another part.  Um, yes, actually there are some parts that are more important than others.  (Which is why the roofs of the ward were called three weeks ago.)  I would think that a foundation is pretty essential.  And walls are good too.  At this point my calling (if I had one) would be functioning more as the venetian blinds of the ward.  Or maybe the exhaust fan in the bathroom.  Does he really think those are just as important as the ceiling?

I’m not trying to get your sympathy (OK, I am a little), so you don’t need to post a reply about how you’re sure I’ll get a calling this week.  I’m sure I will too.  Because the bishop also pointed out that we have too many callings and not enough people (just ask Lisa P. who already has two callings).  It’s just kind of depressing that I’m not more of a window or a chimney.  Or a toilet even.