Last Monday I received a text from Reilly. He received a text addressed to me and asking if I could meet with the bishop Tuesday evening. I believe my response to Reilly’s text was, “Gross.” But I agreed to meet with the bishop, and Reilly also received an invitation to meet the bishop with me.

We spent Monday evening and most of Tuesday speculating. I had a strong feeling that I would receive a new calling, but I didn’t know which one. Young women? Something else? Ward slacker?

Our appointment approached, and we got ready and drove to the church. We walked into the bishop’s office and sat down. We chatted with the bishop for a little bit, and I expressed to him that I was a little nervous. He said I should never be nervous.

The bishop asked Reilly if he would support me in a calling. He said, “Yes.”

The bishop then turned to me, my ears tuned in to every single word, and I still was trying to guess the calling as he said, “We like to extend a call for you to serve as primary president.”

“Whoa!” was my first reaction.

Immediate tears were next.

The rest of the meeting was a blur. I remember telling the bishop that I have a lot to learn. He said that he prayed and felt strongly I was the right person for this calling.

I have been feeling anxious since Tuesday, but I know this will be good for me. I’m excited about working with the children as well. Friends have given me wonderful advice and encouragement.

I observed Primary today. The former president said goodbye to the children she loved and faithfully served. My counselors, secretary, and I were set apart.

It’s time to pray. A lot.


Primary is the Sunday school program for children in the LDS church structure. Today, during sharing time, we learned about baptism. The eight- to 11-year-olds had left for their age-respective classes (similar to grade school). The leader was in the front of the younger children (3- to 8-year-olds) asking basic questions to see how much the children already knew.

How old do you have to be for baptism?
Why aren’t we baptized when we’re babies?
Where are we baptized?
Are we sprinkled with water? How are we baptized, then?
Who baptizes us?

The children yelled out their answers for these questions, which, for the most part, were just as basic. We’re at least 8 years old when we’re baptized. We believe babies are innocent and have no need for baptism. We’re baptized usually in a font filled with water, where a man who holds the proper priesthood authority immerses us in the water. When it’s not a font, then sometimes it’s a pool, or the river or a lake or pond. That would be more after the manner Christ was baptized. The children really did know their stuff, and I was quite impressed.

One of the questions, however, seemed a little vague, though the leader was looking for a specific answer. She asked, “What do you need to be baptized?” Everyone who desires to be baptized and has reached the age of accountability (being able to tell and choose between right and wrong) has an interview with the bishop to confirm the person really does want to be baptized and become a member of the Church and live the best life he can and obey the commandments.

“What do you need to be baptized?” She asked again. The slightest of pauses lingered before a little boy in the back of the room yelled out, “Strength! Ability! Courage!” I bit my lip to keep from laughing out loud and caught the amused smiles in the other teachers’ eyes. One of my students looked at my face and could tell I was laughing silently, and he asked what was so funny, as if strength, ability and courage were exactly what you need to get baptized. Which, if you ponder for just a few seconds, isn’t entirely untrue. I mean, this guy is getting baptized this coming Saturday; he would know.

As members of the church, we’re kind of superheroes. I like that.