Thoughts on church
This past Wednesday, the young men in our ward met with the missionaries who asked why they wanted to serve missions. Their answers ranged greatly: some aren't sure they want to, some because we have to, some just want a way out of the house, and others want to share truth. As I sat listening, I though about why I served. I loved Guatemala but I didn't know that is where I was going when I decided to serve. If I had to guess it was probably most motivated by wanting to set a good example and not let people or God down. That was my reason, at least when I left.
Today I learned that one of my bosses is a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints but not currently attending a ward. Though I live in the Salt Lake Valley, I didn't make this assumption as she recently moved here from out of state. In talking with her she about going to church, she made the comment, "I need to be a grown-up". It was in reference to her feeling that she should start going again and the struggle those feelings have with her desire to just have a second Saturday.