Say More: At Last She Writes It

No. 10 | February 2024

All Good Things Come to an End

by Cynthia Winward

I was released from my youth Sunday school teaching calling

last Sunday. I feel like I sealed my fate two months ago here on Substack by saying how excited I was to teach the Book of Mormon to the youth this year. I jinxed it.

In reality, I had been in that calling almost four years, so it was time. But I will admit that as I sat in the bishop’s office Sunday, next to my husband,* and then the bishop asked me how I felt, I burst into tears. I was crying for two reasons.

First, I was crying because in that moment I felt complete gratitude for the four years I was entrusted to teach the youth about Jesus Christ. Teaching the Doctrine and Covenants and the Old Testament wasn’t my favorite—hard to find Jesus nuggets, ya know—but I could always find a line or two that could help me focus the entire lesson on Jesus and then we were good to go. (Okay, that and I showed up for each lesson with full-size candy bars!)

In that moment, choked up with tears, I explained to my bishop that being in this calling had healed my heart.