I went alone to a ward I'd never attended before, across the street from where I live. Get this though: even though its so close, it's not even in my Stake. Hah, only in Utah.
Anyway, I walked in about 10 minutes early, found a seat and played on my phone until the meeting started; hoping that no one would talk to me. I didn't want to answer questions and feel obligated to explain why I was there. Thankfully, only the man that sat in front of me said hi, so I survived. Crisis averted.
Nothing extraordinary happened.
I didn't feel like the talks were for me.
I didn't feel the Spirit pounding out of my chest.
I knew the hymns that were sung, but they were way out of my register so I sorta squeaked through them.
Yet still, I loved every minute of it.
It was blissfully ordinary.
I think I'm inclined to try it again.
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