He Knows

Last year I lived in Old Farm. Bleh. I loved my roommates for sure, but absolutely HATED the ward. It was definitely one of the worst wards I have so far experienced. Too cliquey. Not friendly. Just a bunch of self righteous, stuck up, holier than thou, kind of people. I was ecstatic to leave!

I am now in the 55th ward, and it is a complete turn around! Pretty much everyone is older, not many freshman at all! And everyone, and I do mean EVERYONE!, is so gosh dang friendly! If they notice you, they talk to you, end of story! And you don't feel like they are talking to you because they have a calling, or have set a goal to see how many people they can talk to in a day. They are genuinely interested in getting to know you and being your friend. And the bishopric is... there are not words to describe how utterly amazing they are. They act like they are the best of buds, and know who you are and where you come from, and they don't ever forget. They care about you. They want to be there for you. And you just cant help but to trust them. I am so thankful for them! Words just are not adequate enough!!!

So anyway, last Sunday much to my surprise I find out that there are actually THREE Relief Society's in our ward. (And only one Priesthood Quorum.... of course!) Welcome to Utah! Guys apparently need to step it up! So as the three Relief Society Presidencies are getting called and sustained, a sick feeling just comes over me. My Relief Society president's name is Breanna. I adore her! I was only able to come to my ward a few times over the summer because life was so crazy hectic, but it was enough. Breanna knew me. I would walk into Relief Society and Breanna would rush to my side and bombard me with questions about school, roommates, the job search, my social life. Everything! Not only did she remember my name, which my last Relief Society president failed to do, she remembered my apartment number, my major, pretty much everything I had ever told. She honeslty made me feel so welcome! Last year I detested going to Relief Society. This year, I couldn't wait!

So then I find out that they are splitting the girls in the ward into three groups. And I find out that I was no longer in Breanna's Relief Society. Not gonna lie, it was a bitter moment for me. I was like "I finally get something good, and it's taken away from me?! Are you freaking kidding me??!!!!" I definitely had a pissed off attitude about the whole affair. So I walk into my new Relief Society today, bitter and ornery... of course, and the president (Natalie) walks right up to me and says "Your Kristi right? From Highlander D?" Wow. I sure didn't remember her. I guess I had sat next to her in Sunday School the last week. I was very impressed that she would remember. So the lesson starts. You know those lessons where everythig is directed at you? And the spirit is so strong you feel like you can almost reach out and touch it? And the whole time you're thinking to yourself, "I hope I don't cry. Please don't cry."? Well today was like that for me.

As I was sitting there, I recieved this overwhelming feeling that this is right. That THIS is where I belong. Words cannot express the peace that came to me today. So this is me telling you, whoever you are, that God knows YOU! He KNOWS what YOU need! He knows what I need! We may not agree at first, we may have put on our pissy pants at His council, but in the end, its right. He really does love us. He really does know each one of us individually. I don't know how I know, I just do.

Today was a good day. I was able to go to the three meetings in the regualar church block, to the CES Fireside with Sister Dalton, and to ward prayer. And in every single meeting, I felt the Spirit whispering to me "I'm here. This is for you. Pay attention. And I won't leave you." I know I have said it before, but I will say it again, and many times more I am sure, but the Church is True! It is 100% undeniably true. Without a doubt. TRUE.