So, This weekend has been kind of insane. It all started with soccer "tryouts" on friday night. I was so excited to play again. It felt really good. I met a lot of fun girls too. We had tryouts on Saturday as well, and the same thing happened. I was happy with my performance and didn't have a any doubts about making a team. The coaches were scheduled to call us that Saturday night to let us know what team we were on and when we would hold practices. Well, Sam's call came around 7 'o clock in the evening, but I didn't think much about it at first. Then my other roommate Brooke, got a call at about 8:30. I never got one. So, it came to be 9:30, then 10, and I found myself staring at my phone... What was wrong with me? I became totally discouraged...and you know what happens when you become discouraged. You call your Mom back at home. I called my Mom, who walked me through the step of once again being content and ok with whatever was in store for me. Not to say that no tears were shed, because they were, but my Mom can always make me feel better in times like these. So after that, I skyped Pedrocita, another person who can get me out of any type of funk. He made me laugh, and instantly got my mind off of my troubles. I'm very thankful for them both, and find it hard to imagine my life without either. I later fell asleep, but the soccer issue was still in the back of my mind.
This morning I had to meet with the Bishopric at 8. I got up at 7, still kind of thinking about this dumb soccer team, but I went about my ways. I went to the meeting happy to hear about my new calling. In between the meeting and church starting I had about an hour an a half to myself. I found a nice spot in the lounge and began writing in my journal. After I had finished, I read my entire journal from start to finish. It's funny how we change so much over time. I laughed about some of my past experiences. After reading I headed into the room where church is held, were I found my roommates. Sacrament meeting was really good. One guy told us this hilarious story about how he had the best shot of his life and scored in a soccer game, but then realized that it was on his own goal. I have no idea where that played into his talk...but I certainly enjoyed the laugh. I was sustained as a member of the activities committee. Funny, huh? I just got released as the co-chair of Garden Grove Stake, and three months later, I'm put right back into it. Guess it's just a good calling for me, and I enjoy it too. After church I was set apart.
My roommate Sara, did a really good job on teaching her relief society lesson today too. Thats's her new calling. Sam is now the assistant piano player for our relief society also. hahah. sam...
On our way home from church, Sara, Sam and I had a wonderful chat. Mainly about boys, and the one Sam is going to be engaged to in a few months. But I wont say any names...at least just yet. (Just brace yourself though) But our little chat also included Pedro's baptism coming up. We're all so excited! And I am so proud of him!
We finally got home and Sam and I continued this talk, I cried a little again, but for good reasons. We mended the little feelings of tension that we had experienced. Things are wonderful right now, and I think our little heart to heart had a lot to do with it. I am so grateful for the people in my life. I have so much to be thankful for.
Oh! and I almost forgot the most exciting part! Sam told me to check my email, before she was about to call her new coach for me to ask some questions, so I did. And guess what?! I got a confirmation email from my coach. Thank goodness is all I can say. Brooke and I are on the same team too.
Sundays are truly blessed days!
Love, Leah