Today was the primary program at church. I'm the chorister in the primary so I've been working hard all year teaching multiple songs to the children. I love my calling. I mean I really love it. The first Sunday I got in there, I told myself that I had to let my hair down and just be me; even if adults were there watching me as well. Well, I have. Have I ever!! I love the teaching aspect, sharing my testimony, and being in front. I like attention when I'm in control. Put me on the spot with a question and I'd rather curl up and become invisible, which I have proven when I say, "I don't know" even if they ask me my name. Anyway, I love my calling.
Knowing that I would be standing in front of the congregation today with my bum facing them, I bought myself a girdle, (Oh yes, I went there! I'm trying to be real here. Not all of us are size one and a halves with gaps between our legs like you see all the girls on Pinterest in their colored skinny jeans!) So, with my girdle on, a cutsie layered outfit including a deep purple sweater cardigan with sleeves so that my wiggly arms weren't too visible, boots without a heel so that I wasn't six foot three inches tall, and my hair extensions, I confidently stood up and down nine times today. Nine times with the hugest grin ever. I got feedback from some saying how much fun they had watching me because of my smile and that they could tell I really loved what I was doing. Makes me happy. Have I said how much I love my calling?
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