There may be some feelings expressed here. I may even discuss my feelings on life. But not in a hipster-cooler-than-thou way, so it's only a little bit hypocritical. Right?
I was called into the Young Women's organization today. I nearly died of relief because ever since the Bishop's secretary person called to tell us the bishop wanted to meet with us to assign callings, I have been silently chanting Please not the Primary, Please not the Primary....*
After calming down a little bit (Yes! Not the primary!) I started to feel a little intimidated by my new calling. What if the girls hate me? What if I say something stupid?
In times of stress I make mental lists, and so naturally, I started making a list of some of my best (and worst) YM experiences.
Best- One of my leader's took me out to lunch when I was 15. She came to my school, picked me up, and took me to McDonald's. She spent the whole time asking me about what I liked, what I did with my friends, and most importantly, what I wanted to be when I grew up. She didn't laugh when I told her I wanted to be a journalist and live in New York. She believed me. She believed I was much more capable than I was, and at every activity, she would tell the other leaders how I was "going to be a famous journalist for the New York Times."
Worst- This didn't actually happen in my ward, but one summer at Girls Camp we had a devotional where some dude came and gave a talk. It was the annual mandatory "chastity" talk, and at one point, he held up a perfect piece of cherry pie. He told us the pie represented us when we were pure and chaste. He then picked up some dirt, and splattered it all over the pie. That was us after we had sinned. I was probably only 14 at the time, but I was deeply disturbed in ways I didn't understand yet. Now a little older, I take special issue with the idea of a piece of pie representing a woman's virginity before it has been "consumed" by a man, but at the time, all I wanted to do was stand up and yell "But what about when Jesus comes in and wipes all the dirt off the pie!" I didn't want to know about sex. I wanted to know about forgiveness and the atonement. I wanted a miracle to happen where the dirt went away and the pie was perfect again. I also never wanted to be compared to food ever again, but minor details people.
I am still grateful for my loving YM leader who took the time to listen. I am still mad at that man, even though I don't think he meant any harm, and it was probably just a case of "really bad object lesson." But I realize now that I shouldn't worry so much about saying something "dumb." What matters is that I express to them how God loves them unconditionally. Regardless of the mistakes they make, they can always turn around and be perfect again through the atonement. Oh, and that they are not, and never will be, pieces of pie.
*Look, I totally would have served in the primary if they had called me. Primary is a great organization, my chanting did not reflect on the program, just my intense and overwhelming fear of children. It's not you, Primary, it's me.