Day 99: Church

As I came into church, a young mother in front of me turned around to share a short story of something that had happened during the week that had them thinking about our family. It was quick and sweet, but positive, too. It was so simple and yet, I felt like I belonged in my ward, like I was included and loved. Funny that I would write about that, huh? It's just that I don't think I've mastered that ability. I think, in social settings, I still want to be clever. I want to say something funny. Unfortunately, that might not always be interpreted in the same way that I meant for it to be interpreted. I think I am still using my high school training to interact in adult life. Horrible. I need to make all my words positive and nourishing. I need to reach out and encourage and communicate love and togetherness. I'm so grateful for the examples around me and for the friends who haven't given up on me, even though they probably should have. Miserably, in this thing, I am really a late learner.