Marty and I have known this day was coming for a few weeks now. We have been quietly trying to prepare our hearts and minds for what The Lord needs him to do. It is humbling, overwhelming, and exciting all at the same time. When the Stake President sat us down, he told us that this call was not just approved by him and his counselors but that the First Presidency had also approved Marty's name. How truly humbling to know that even the Prophet of God has been praying and pondering over the name of my husband and the needs of the people in our area.
This day was also bittersweet because our Bishopric changes came about as the result of boundary changes for our ward. There are several wonderful families that will now be attending different units to help strengthen other parts of the stake. But we have faith in the Lord's plan and His greater understanding of why these changes needed to happen.
Even though I knew what was happening in our Sacrament meeting today, as I heard the Stake President announce Marty's name over the pulpit and ask the members of the ward to show their sustaining by raising their hands I started crying. They were not tears of sorrow or joy for the moment, but perhaps tears for the sorrow and joys that I know lay ahead. Marty hugged me and kissed me goodbye and took his new place on the stand. Even in that moment, the mantle that is to be his for the next several years began to settle upon him.
When I was given the chance to stand and bear my testimony, I spoke of the heart and how it has such a capacity for growth. Marty's heart will always be for me, for our family, and, of course, our Heavenly Father. But his heart will expand to hold a little part for every member of our ward. It is truly remarkable. How grateful I am for his willingness to serve, his righteous holding of the Priesthood, and for his faith in and love of the Gospel, our Savior, and our Heavenly Father.
A new adventure awaits.