Sundays are my favorites

I'm moving, which means changing wards.  Tears.  I hadn't really decided when, but I was just gonna fly under the radar and surprise everyone with the news that I wasn't coming back, except to visit of course.  I'm not one for big good-byes.

Last night, the Zonies called and asked if I would give a ride to an investigator, which locked me into going to the branch.  No problem there, I like the branch.  :)  The missionaries asked if I was leaving, and couldn't believe it. Haha.  But most of all, when I told Brother Bell he was surprised.  I thought my surprise had worked, and I would be out, but I was told I HAD to speak one last time and say good-bye.  Let's remember that none of the others who transfered their records were asked to speak.  But for some reason I was.  Maybe because I told Brother Bell instead of Pres. On.  Who knows.  But I am excited.  I get to share my experience in the branch and my growing up with them and also my experiences with the priesthood.

The priesthood has blessed me so much, especially over the last few months.  Just being in the presence of priesthood holders has been an uplifting experience, and I can't wait to share it with everyone. :)