Calls to Serve

May I share just one contemporary example of both the challenge and the blessings that our "calls to serve" can bring.
A wonderful sister recently said to a dear friend: "I want to tell you about the moment I ceased resenting my husband's time and sacrifice as a bishop.
It had seemed uncanny how an 'emergency' would arise with a ward member just when he and I were about to go out and do something special together.

"One day I poured out my frustration, and my husband agreed we should guarantee, in addition to Monday nights, one additional night a week just for us.
Well, the first 'date night' came, and we were about to get into the car for an evening together when the telephone rang.

"'This is a test,' I smiled at him.
The telephone kept ringing.
'Remember our agreement.
Remember our date.
Remember me.
Let the phone ring.'
In the end I wasn't smiling.

"My poor husband looked trapped between me and a ringing telephone.
I really did know that his highest loyalty was to me, and I knew he wanted that evening as much as I did.
But he seemed paralyzed by the sound of that telephone.

"'I'd better at least check,' he said with sad eyes.
'It is probably nothing at all.'

"'If you do, our date is ruined,' I cried.
'I just know it.'

He squeezed my hand and said, 'Be right back,' and he dashed in to pick up the telephone.

"Well, when my husband didn't return to the car immediately, I knew what was happening.
I got out of the car, went into the house, and went to bed.
The next morning he spoke a quiet apology, I spoke an even quieter acceptance, and that was the end of it.

"Or so I thought.
I found the event still bothering me several weeks later.
I wasn't blaming my husband, but I was disappointed nevertheless.
The memory was still fresh when I came upon a woman in the ward I scarcely knew.
Very hesitantly, she asked for the opportunity to talk.
She then told of becoming infatuated with another man, who seemed to bring excitement into her life of drudgery, she with a husband who worked full-time and carried a full load of classes at the university.
Their apartment was confining.
She had small children who were often demanding, noisy, and exhausting.
She said: 'I was sorely tempted to leave what I saw as my wretched state and just go with this man.
My situation was such that I felt I deserved better than what I had.
My rationalization persuaded me to think I could walk away from my husband, my children, my temple covenants, and my Church and find happiness with a stranger.'

"She said: 'The plan was set; the time for my escape was agreed upon.
Yet, as if in a last gasp of sanity, my conscience told me to call your husband, my bishop.
I say "conscience," but I know that was a spiritual prompting directly from heaven.
Almost against my will, I called.
The telephone rang and rang and rang.
Such was the state of my mind that I actually thought, "If the bishop doesn't answer, that will be a sign I should go through with my plan."
The phone kept ringing, and I was about to hang up and walk straight into destruction when suddenly I heard your husband's voice.
It penetrated my soul like lightening.
Suddenly I heard myself sobbing, saying, "Bishop, is that you?
I am in trouble.
I need your help."
Your husband came with help, and I am safe today because he answered that telephone.

"'I look back and realize I was tired and foolish and vulnerable.
I love my husband and my children with all my heart.
I can't imagine the tragedy my life would be without them.
These are still demanding times for our family.
I know everyone has them.
But we have addressed some of these issues, and things are looking brighter.
They always do eventually.'
Then she said: 'I don't know you well, but I wish to thank you for supporting your husband in his calling.
I don't know what the cost for such service has been to you or to your children, but if on a difficult day there is a particularly person cost, please know how eternally grateful I will be for the sacrifice people like you make to help rescue people like me.'"

-Jeffrey R. Holland -Called to Serve -October 2002 General Conference

Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!

-Sarnic Dirchi