New Ward

Having moved last weekend, today I went to my new ward for the first time. I loved it.

The Relief Society lesson was on visiting teaching, my least favorite topic. I'm the worst visiting teacher. Well, there may be some worse. I don't hurt the sisters I visit; I just don't help them. I don't do my visiting teaching. I've had lessons on visiting teaching before, of course, but this one really inspired me and gave me the desire to improve. I love to help people. The reasons I haven't done visiting teaching are a. it's contrived, and b. I've had bad experiences with some of the people who have visited me.

But that's not why I brought up the topic in this post. One thing that came up was which issues should be brought to the attention of the Relief Society President (if the sister gives permission), which were marital issues, health issues, financial issues, transgressions, etc. Um, health issues? Hm, got that "hello, that applies to me" feeling.

I want to tell my new RS President, Sister Libby, about my health issues. I didn't because other people were around, and I don't want the general populace to know. I don't want anything getting around at work... You never know who knows whom.

I considered giving her this blog address. Still considering it. I don't know.

I liked her a lot. She introduced herself right away, which was a big change from my previous ward. Suffice it to say that I'm happy to have moved, and that it was as much about being closer to work as it was about being out of that ward. Although I knew nothing about this ward, I figured it couldn't possibly be worse than the other one.

I have Sister Libby's email address, but I don't know if what to say or how to tell her. I don't know how to bring up the topic. Um, I have something I want to tell you; can we meet? I guess I do know how to bring up the topic. Maybe I'm just shy.

The reason I want her to know is that if I don't show up for church, I don't want them to think I'm flaky. I would hesitate to accept a calling, because I never know what my body is going to be like when I wake up. I hate to be in the position of calling around on Sunday morning, looking for a sub. Or calling the bishop and saying that I just won't be there. I did that with organ playing and Primary teaching sometimes in my old ward, and it felt horrible.