Ok I will be the FIRST to admit it. I HATED our church (we call our congregations wards, and I’ll refer to it as our ward from hereon out). I hated that every time I met a friend they’d move away. I hated that I’d look around the room and just feel like I had absolutely nothing in common with these women.
In reality I mostly hated that I had to work every other Sunday so I wasn’t able to really sink into church like I wanted to.
But slowly I found some friends. Of course, they’d move… but I had them, and each and every one of them changed me.
I worked with the youth for a long time, and I found that work to be SO enjoyable. I love those girls. I love them to this day and I will love them forever. They are my girls, and I want to be in their lives even when they’re old and grey. 🙂
This area brings so much diversity and I really feel like people can be WHO. THEY. ARE. here. There’s no pretense of perfection in this ward. Every one’s accepted on what terms they come on. I love that.
I love that I feel like I have friends of all ages in this ward. I no longer feel like there’s an age I can’t be friends with. Honestly, there aren’t a lot of women with Jr. High aged kids in our ward, but I don’t really feel like that matters because I find so much in common with each and every one of these woman.
They say they’re so sad to have me go, and while they may be lying… I know what it’s like to lose a friend in this ward and I hate pulling away from it.
We have been so blessed to be in this ward and to meet the amazing people that we have met. Love, love, love.