We are lucky to have two wards to go to, and JB's young single adults ward where he serves went back to church first, early in June.
I cried a little to hear the organ again and see people and be together. And crying in a mask gets foggy.
Here's the picture I took on our pew.

Here's the picture JB took from the stand.

They meet every other week under this plan and we went with him again on Father's Day.
Then this Sunday our ward went back for the first time. And I got teary-eyed again. I love this ward. It's a big part of the reason why we have never moved.
The ward council decided to have two sessions, by street address, so only about 25-30 people were with us at our assigned time, and everyone was super spread out, and we didn't even sing, though I hope we sing in two weeks through our masks. It was short, only one speaker, then everyone left quickly.
So on the one hand, it is SUPER safe. I hope to tell others who have been worried that honestly Church feels safer than anything else you might be doing right now. On the other hand, I got sad. Sad there weren't more people with us and sad it was so short and sad that we have to take these precautions (I keep praying for the pandemic to improve soon).
There is a power in worshiping together. I feel a strength in singing with others and learn so much hearing their testimonies and talks and lessons. I walked back into my house Sunday and faced another day of my children fighting, when I wished they were in primary and Young Mens. I compared myself to other families who have posted glowing reports of their amazing home church experiences and made-from-scratch primary lessons, etc.
I know Heavenly Father blesses our efforts. And I know he is aware of everyone's hopes and fears and prayers and faith right now. So I can just doing my best and keep on keeping on.



































