He is risen!

Happy Easter! (And happy birthday to my pa-in-law!)

Christ is indeed risen, and everything is possible because of it. With Him there is hope, peace and joy, both in this life and hereafter, which would never be possible without Him.

We had a nice Easter brunch with my mom (trying to make most of darned 1pm church).

Church was fine. I liked seeing my cousin Kim and sitting by her, she is my sister-cousin, as we both have no sisters and no other girl cousins on this side of the family, and have a very sisterly relationship–she is six years my senior. People in the ward say I look like a dark-haired Kim. I’m looking forward to having her close.

Based on three hours with this ward, I can tell you very little. Although, many things are obvious regardless. We moved from an urban area to a semi-rural area, we moved from a diverse area to a very homogenous area, we moved from an area rife with complexity and often intensity to one that is pretty straightforward and–let’s just say it–a little sleepy. And we moved from a ward that is chock full of friends and loved ones to one where we know 7 people, to whom we are related and five of those are minors.

So you can pretty much guess how there’s some adjustments to be made here. But we ask not what our ward can do for us, but what we can do for our ward. Church is not entertainment, or even a social club, but a place to learn to serve and see each other as brothers and sisters, to make life easier for others. A person can do that anywhere.

I knew (or maybe planned) that this would be the day I would come a little closer to shedding the denial of leaving my CA friends behind. This was the first day I allowed myself a 15-second hidden sob, but had to recover quickly to go to a fun family party that eased the sad out a bit.

And that’s my five minutes for the day. And, since my Utah friends and family probably don’t feel the need to read this anymore and I’m probably left in private with my CA friends–hey, I love you all–really, really.

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  1. Nancy says:

    keep the blog going… I LOVE hearing how you are doing… I remember when my sister.. city gal to the bone … wrote me that she built a goat shed.. for milk/// and a chicken pen… with “her” own hands.. wish I had that letter now…
    want to hear the experiences with you “farming” and chicken wrangling..
    you sound happy kiddo… take care..
    nancy

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  2. Nancy says:

    keep the blog going… I LOVE hearing how you are doing… I remember when my sister.. city gal to the bone … wrote me that she built a goat shed.. for milk/// and a chicken pen… with “her” own hands.. wish I had that letter now…
    want to hear the experiences with you “farming” and chicken wrangling..
    you sound happy kiddo… take care..
    nancy

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  3. dietcokegrrl says:

    We drove by your street after school, on the way to El Pollo Loco of course, and Sammy asked if we were picking up Noah to take to the park. Then Hannah started in: “Where’s Lucy?” “Where’s Noah?” Where’s Sophie?” “Where’s Ben?”

    This went on and on until we got to the park. We miss you too.

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