The Goodbye

I've grown up in this town since I was seven. I have been n the Bridlegate ward since I was 8. Eight years later... I'm no longer there. The ward splitting is so bittersweet. I've always fantasied that I would move out of the ward. And hey, I got what I wanted! But it's sinking in what it means. I've gotten the opportunity to love everyone in my Sunday school class. I've gotten to love my young women's leaders. And I have gotten to love my bishop times ten. And most importantly, I've grown to love and cherish my home teachers. They're diligent in coming every month. Clayton broke his arm, and he came the next week even though he was still in some pain. I usually bake for them and they love my baking, which makes me love them more! But the talks we had and the lessons they shared were extraordinary. We seriously had them in the house for an hour and a half. Our family just talks and talks with them! After I processed that I was in a new ward, I immediately thought of them. And I thought of my leaders. Of course as soon as my favorite leader moves back in, I leave! But our hone teachers came over without any notice and came to say goodbye. We were all in tears. I'm starting to water while typing this! I truly have a testimony of home teachers and the blessings they bring to families. The lyric "I'll go where you want me to go, dear Lord" is on repeat in my head. This will be benefitful and a change needed. It's good to get to know different people. Brother Christensen shook my shoulder and said, "Embrace it." I will. This is what I wanted, a change. So I'm going head first into this new ward.