Sunday, August 4, 2013

I Just Love Our Ward

A couple of lines from an old love song keep running through my head. The song is meant to be a marriage song and was actually on our playlist at our wedding reception. But the opening two lines are how I feel about our new ward.
Grow old along with me,
The best is yet to be.
I want to grow old with these people in our sweet ward. 30 years from now, I want to look back and remember all the times we rubbed shoulders and served together. All the times we laughed and cried together. All the times that we were there for each other. The best truly is yet to come.

One of the absolute requirements on Our Dream Home list was to move into a good ward. And we had no idea how to tell. I could research schools online. We drove the neighborhoods day and night. But there wasn't much we could do about moving into a good ward. I was tempted to go to the new ward while we still lived in the apartment but we never did. Part of me was afraid that it wouldn't be the ward we dreamed of raising our son (and future--someday, not an announcement!--children) in and I didn't know what we would do. I was afraid that the ward would be less than amazing and then we would be faced with the choice to back out of buying our home. So we didn't do anything. We just left it in Heavenly Father's hands. 
And prayed. 
And prayed. 
And prayed!!


Words can't even express how much love and kindness and friendship we have felt in the past 15 days.

Complete strangers showed up to help us move in. They finished building our shed. And assembled our bed. And we weren't even there. We were at our apartment cleaning for 7 hours (both of us... so 14 hours total!) trying to check out.

For the first week, we ate homemade banana bread everyday for breakfast because I couldn't find anything else to eat. One of our neighbors left it while we were cleaning our apartment.

(I could keep going and list off a million other "little things.")


At church, everyone is so gracious and welcoming. And it's genuine. These people really care about us even though no one really knows us. For three Sundays now, I have sat by different sisters in Relief Society and I feel like I have three new best friends and a whole room of best friends still to meet. Smiling across the room. Introducing themselves in the hall. Calling me by name. And I leave church with the biggest grin on my face because I just feel so loved.

Heavenly Father really answered our prayers... in more ways than we could even imagine. I just love our ward and I'm SOOO grateful all the other offers we had on houses fell through. We are meant to be here.


2 comments:

Amy said...

If you don't mind me saying, a big part of your good experience with our ward is YOUR friendliness and spirit, but yeah, our ward is pretty, stinkin awesome!!! I'm so glad you got so much help through the move and that I've had the privilege to meet you. Looking forward to more!

Lisa said...

Thanks Amy! :)

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