The Ward We Live In!

I don't think I was sad, but I was sitting alone, so perhaps it seemed so to Blake Miller, who passed me the Sacrament.
I hope that instead of being sad, I was focused on the meaning of the Sacred ritual.

A knock on the door on Sunday afternoon....

A plate of home-made cookies....

And, this note.

From our Relief Society President and her 12 year old son.

Can you even imagine what a surprise this was?

There is so much goodness in the world....especially in our ward.

And, I am grateful.