Do you ever those days when you just don't want to go to church, but you know you should, so you go anyway, and it turns out it was a good thing you went?
Yep, I had one of those days, and I'm really glad I went to church. If only to prove I'm not imaginary. ;) See, my friend Mari has a sister that goes to school in another state, so she rarely visits. Last time she visited I wasn't at church, so even though Mari told her about me, we didn't meet. Well, she visited today again, and I just didn't want to go to church (I'd subbed at the home ward as librarian, since Mom is still in New York), but I figured I probably should go to my own ward. I ended up not sitting with Mari during sacrament meeting, and but she was with her sister. When I didn't show up, her sister joked that I was imaginary. But then I sat with them in Sunday School, and it was all cleared up.
In all seriousness, though, church was amazing. I'm really glad I went. Like I knew I would.
Fare thee well, friend!