Yesterday I went back to my old singles ward, and luckily my friend Janessa was there so I didn't have to hide in the corner. I'd forgotten how LOUD young single adults are! I'd been looking forward to church all week, because I've felt so unproductive for the last little while and I neeeeeed something to do.
The only point of this post is to tell you that in Relief Society, in the middle of the lesson, the girl teaching asked how many of us had served missions. Janessa's hand shot up, along with about half the room. After a second of hesitation...my hand went up too. Whoa.
This is AWESOME.
