"Shakespears, you have been chopped" is what I heard in my head as the Stake President read our names from the pulpit. Funny how you can be truckin' along and WHAMMO you're whole life changes.
To make a long story short, the Stake redrew the ward boundaries. The street I live on and the little street behind me were annexed from 2nd ward to 3rd ward. It's about 100 people, but only 15-20 active families. To make sure everyone was on the right page, the Stake President read everyone's name that was to move to the 3rd ward.
We had to say goodbye to our Home Teacher yesterday. He has been coming to our home for the past 48 months and I don't think he's even missed one. He has really been a great home teacher. He mentioned yesterday that he has never had a family that long and we haven't had the same HT that long either. It was really, really hard to sit in my Family room and listen to him say good-bye to us.
I love my 2nd ward. I have felt at home from the beginning. I have never felt judged, never felt unappreciated, never felt like an outsider.
Isn't it funny how we form such special bonds with the people we go to church with? Even though our neighborhood is predominantly LDS, we are more bonded to the people in our Ward? My hope is that the invisable line that separates us as ward members will not separate us as friends.