Change

The only thing constant is change ... is that what they say?

But living in the same house for over 35 years one wouldn't think we'd have that much change.  Especially regarding the Church unit we belong to.  But we have been in five different stakes and our little ward has had boundary changes just about as often. 

Today there was another boundary change.  An entire subdivision "over the tracks" was taken from us and we were given another subdivision between our ward and the church building.  That's all our ward now.  The building is actually in our ward boundaries.  Bandwagon Park is, too.

On paper it looks terrific.  But in my heart it isn't so easy.  There are people out "over the tracks" that we have learned to love as family.  A congregation really does become a family of sorts, and when members move away we say goodbye with our heart strings.  When they are taken en masse, it leaves a huge hole that's going to take some time to cover.  These people have all become part of who I am.  My life has been touched, affected, changed by them.  Their testimonies have become entwined with mine.  Their laughter, their challenges, their heartbreaks, their triumphs - all have become part of my life.

I look forward to having similar experiences with the people that have been moved into our ward boundaries.  But I will never forget my dear friends whom we have lost. I hope class goes a little long over the next few Sundays, so we can pass in the hallways and still know they are there.