So last year i was booted from the young single adult ward...at 32 i embraced the fact that my days in the ysa ward were over... i had to... the bishop sent us all packing... I forgive him... We all had to make a change.... change is good... Some of my friends in their early to later 30's joined the older slightly desperate singles ward... some snuck into a more welcoming ysa ward... and a few decided to reconsider the whole church thing all together...
my first stop after the Roosevelt ward was our stakes Swahili branch... i taught the five year-old CTR class... they are so cute... my favorite lesson involved making a boat out of paper... they had to follow my instructions... it had a little something to do with Nephi getting instruction from God when he built a ship... and the fact that he trusted God... he knew that God would not ask him to do something without helping him do it... mostly the kids liked making a paper boat... and in the end i made them all... I'm not trying to say I'm God or anything... but ha... even at the time I was a little nervous with the metaphor...

I loved my little CTR's. Sad to leave those cute little gang sign throwing angles...
but I did
I started attending the family ward by my house... It is where I need to be. My Bishop is so in-tune... Eventhough I am totally imperfect and have so much to learn they let me work with the young women... In fact that is why I am working with them because I guess I have more than a few things to learn before settling down...
I like them... I had such great young women leaders when I was younger... In fact I fully admit I wouldn't have made it though adolescents unscathed without them...
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