Stuck in a Rut and Happy to Be Here

I am grateful for:


Confession: I didn't think my ward would be fun when I started going to the new singles ward. I didn't like that my home ward was spit and that I needed to choose between getting to know new people my own age or new people who were older than me and would tell me about "when they were my age . . ." Don't get me wrong, I totally tried the new home ward thing. I had a chance to serve in nursery and in primary and loved every minute of it-but it was time to start  something new, even if that something new was going to a new ward. For those of you who don't know, that was a big step for me, I have been going to the same ward with much of the same sisters and brethren, neighbors and friends since well, ever. This something new meant going to a new ward where I kind of sort of knew people there (ok, most of us grew up in the same small area right?) but it wasn't my ward, it wasn't home. Today, like ten months after I followed through on that quiet little pushy prompting I see why I needed it. I'm 98% sure I've already mentioned something about how happy I am to have been able to have made such good friends in this ward but I think I'll say it another time (see blog title) 

I am grateful my ward and the friends I have been able to make there.

I am also grateful for possibly one of the best Sacrament Services ever a few days ago-although I'm sure the Bishopric would like to think differently.

 Here is the gist of what made that meeting so great-keep in mind that not all meetings need to be quiet with perfect posture and constant eye contact with the speaker: 

crayons, much giggling, awkward back scratches for the Parker boys, peals of laughter after the rest hymn which did not signal the end of the meeting and thus an a closing prayer even though someone thought it was and did the awkward 'row shuffle' over 5 people before he realized what, rather when, he was doing, debates about what super power robbie (the future general apostle) would have if he were a member of the incredible family, doodled discussions of shoes and hair, a quiet warm happy content feeling, and a few happy tears from my visiting teachers last testimony as a singles ward member.