Little Kids to Big Kids

A few things to know about me:

I was asked this week "What kind of mormon" I was.

My answer was, "A real one."

I take my 20 ounce Coke Zero to Sacrament.

The three year olds and I dance and sing and read books and color and love.

I take my word searches and coloring books to church and do my own thing during Sacrament meetings.

I just do me.

These three year olds are life.

So many times, they are the reason I've gone to church.

Period.

Yesterday, the bishop asked me to go in and talk to him for a second week in a row.

He told me that he'd been arguing with the Lord for a few weeks about a new calling he felt impressed to give me.

I asked, "Are you taking me away from my three year olds?"
He nodded.

I cried.

He told me that he knew that this was the right thing and that he needed me with the young women.

I told him I trusted him, but that I was not rejoicing.

He thanked me.

I went into my kiddos for the last time.

I told them that I wouldn't be coming anymore because I was going to be with the big kids now.

Julia asked, "Who's going to love me now?"

I lost it.

She asked me why I didn't want to be with them anymore.

I explained that I did and that I would always love them, but that it was time for me to learn from the big kids now.

They reminded me that they are big kids now.

So, I'm trusting.

And praying a WHOLE Lot.