I went to church today in a new place. (I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.) But it’s the same church wherever I go. They were even went right on schedule with the lessons. The congregation was a lot smaller than I have been used to–there were maybe 50 people at church. That was the strangest thing. The good thing about that is I got to know about half the people that were there.
MM went to nursery for the whole time. They had a slide and two doll strollers with dolls in them, so she was pretty much in heaven at nursery. She loves slides. She loves pushing around strollers. I didn’t really worry much about her. There were I think maybe three other girls there, so a small but good group for her.
We got the time wrong so we showed up an hour early. It turned out to be extremely fortuitous (there’s my big word of the day) because they were having choir practice. So I went and sang in the choir. I sing alto a lot, and there were two other ladies who were trying to sing alto, and they were thrilled to get some help. And everyone was also thrilled that I played the piano. And the organ. I will probably be playing them soon.
It was church. Since I was moving a state over into a small town, I wasn’t really sure what to expect, but I shouldn’t have been nervous. Everywhere in the whole country where I’ve gone to my church, it’s been exactly the same. And it’s family to me, and I don’t have to be alone even though I don’t still really know anyone.
It makes me happy.