Give it Time
Today at the library I ran into someone from our former ward here in Orem. We lived there for three years, and I was the primary president for much of that time, so we knew quite a few people there. I've actually run into several people since moving back and it's fun to see them, especially since their children all seem so huge to me (and mine do to them also). I realized as I was driving home that my calling made a difference in how involved I felt in that ward, not to mention the fact that it was about half the size of this one.
For the last month or so I've been feeling frustrated with going to church. I still have a strong testimony, but adjusting to a new ward has been rough. I have trouble remembering people's names; I'm also tired and crabby and have spent too much time focusing on what other people aren't doing (introducing themselves to me) and not enough time focusing on what I could be doing (introducing myself to them). As things have moved toward buying a house and moving out of the ward I've even started to comfort myself a little with the fact that I can start over fresh in a new place. And then things started changing. Yesterday a member of the bishopric came over to ask me to give a talk; that didn't happen in my last ward since I didn't fit the pattern of married couples giving talks, so I was pleasantly surprised (plus it will apparently be an all-women sacrament meeting so it won't be awkward at all). I didn't tell him that it might be a farewell talk because we still don't know what our plans are. Then today a woman who lives nearby invited S-Boogie over for a playdate with her daughter. I'm still feeling awkward and like I don't know anyone, but there are a few people whose names I know and who greet me each Sunday. I just need to remember that it takes time to get comfortable in a new place. Too bad we might be uprooting again and having to do it all over. Only in Utah is a two-block move this dramatic.
For the last month or so I've been feeling frustrated with going to church. I still have a strong testimony, but adjusting to a new ward has been rough. I have trouble remembering people's names; I'm also tired and crabby and have spent too much time focusing on what other people aren't doing (introducing themselves to me) and not enough time focusing on what I could be doing (introducing myself to them). As things have moved toward buying a house and moving out of the ward I've even started to comfort myself a little with the fact that I can start over fresh in a new place. And then things started changing. Yesterday a member of the bishopric came over to ask me to give a talk; that didn't happen in my last ward since I didn't fit the pattern of married couples giving talks, so I was pleasantly surprised (plus it will apparently be an all-women sacrament meeting so it won't be awkward at all). I didn't tell him that it might be a farewell talk because we still don't know what our plans are. Then today a woman who lives nearby invited S-Boogie over for a playdate with her daughter. I'm still feeling awkward and like I don't know anyone, but there are a few people whose names I know and who greet me each Sunday. I just need to remember that it takes time to get comfortable in a new place. Too bad we might be uprooting again and having to do it all over. Only in Utah is a two-block move this dramatic.
Comments
I started following your blog because my husband also left the church and I'm commenting in regards to you giving a talk in sacrament, but not usually being asked to because you don't fit that active married couple mold.
Last year I was ask to give a talk the same day as our High Counsel man and it was to be on Eternal Families, my part.
That was hard, but I think I nailed the my part of Eternal Families.
I wish you luck and hope it's not as awkward as my talk was.
Lacey
We just moved this summer from a ward we had lived in for the last 9 years. I've really been struggling with getting to know people, helping my children (who are too old for play dates) find friends and fitting in. My old ward was as comfortable as an old, worn shoe. This one feels like a size too small high heel. The stiletto kind.
Yeah...I'm still working on it.
What's the story behind the all-woman sacrament meeting?