The End of An Era

After returning from my thanksgiving vacation in Mesa, I found out that I had been released from my calling as Elder's Quorum teacher on Sunday. Because I wasn't told about it I'm unsure if it was because I am 31, or that it is because I've been a teacher for about the last two years. Either way, I am getting the pink slip from the single's ward.

Although I have never been fired or downsized, thankfully, I can't but help feel that emotion of abandonment. And the most poigent part of this frustration is that it just seems so arbitrary. As I scower my brain for similiar examples, I can't help think about our current president doesn't feel the same way. You work in an exciting environment and then when your time is up its enough with you, on to the next.

Although I've been quite critical of George W. Bush in many areas, weathering all criticisms remains one absolute fact. He dedicated himself to the cause of our great nation for eight years, and that deserves a certain respect, honor, and credit.

So as much as George and I will look back to the service we rendered to what we love with perhaps little appreciation, we, as I taught in my last lesson, must look forward with that perfect brightness of hope to the brighter days ahead and the new stages and phases of life.