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Project Tracie

So a few weeks ago, I met with my Bishop for the annual Tithing Settlement.  While we were visiting, he asked if I was enjoying the ward.  I was honest with him - I told him it was fine.  How everyone is very nice, but that I don't really feel like I fit in.  I tried to let him know I wasn't complaining, but there was just no one in my same situation.  He was very kind and thanked me for the feedback.

I kind of let it go, thinking that would be the end of it.  But nooooo.  The Bishop must have brought it up in a meeting or something, because the week before Christmas ended up being turned into "Project Tracie" week.  It all started the Sunday before Christmas.  There came a knock at the door, and it was my visiting teaching companion and her husband with a bunch of oranges for me (how did they know I LOVE oranges at Christmas).  I didn't think anything of it - I'd given them a few goodies too.  But Monday night came, and brought with it dozens of carolers at my door (yes, apparently some people still go caroling).  At this point, I began to suspect something was going on.  Tuesday night came, and I kind of had a feeling someone would be by.  And I was right - as some of the Young Women stopped by late and presented me with a gingerbread house they'd just made.  And this one was even real gingerbread, not one of those that you make by pasting graham crackers on a milk carton.  And it didn't stop there.  Wednesday I returned home from work to find treats left by one of my visiting teachers.  And that night, the home teachers stopped by with goodies as well.

Not sure how I feel about being considered a project, but God bless 'em for their efforts.  I still don't fit in, but that has nothing to do with the ward members.  They're good people, and they've tried hard to help me feel welcome.  And for that I'm definitely grateful.


I think that's great! Maybe it wasn't even "Project Tracie" week and it was just ward members trying to be nice. :) Hooray for yummy goodies!

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