I was called to a primary presidency while in the throes of morning sickness with a rainbow baby following my second miscarriage. I was downright crabby and to make matters worse I was assigned to be the counselor over Cub Scouts. Hats off to the super scouters out there! I grew up in a part member family and my knowledge of and passion for scouting was non-existent. I did feel reassured that the calling was where the Lord wanted me, so I proceeded, but again, with crabbiness. The new primary president had been the counselor over scouting before her call as president but she was no help whatsoever. I couldn’t…

My senior year, I felt that the title of National Honor Society (NHS) Chapter President would go nicely on college applications, and I was confident I could win. Seven people ran for positions and only five would have official leadership titles; the winner of the most votes would be president. I was very confident and expected to win (oh to have that teenage hubris again). Not only was I not president, I wasn’t in the top five. When I saw the president was a somewhat awkward girl named Jessica, I knew something was wrong. Angry, hurt, and confused, I spent the entire day talking to the other NHS members trying…