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.
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