The Prodigal Child Returns!

For anyone who's confused by my last entry, my only advice is to just roll with it. That's all the explanation I'm going to give. :)

But I do have a story for you, so enjoy! Once upon a time there was a girl named Tammy. Tammy was a faithful church attender and did her best to go to all of her church meetings. Seasons passed, as they often do, and soon it was summer. As I'm sure you know, summer is a common time for vacations, little weekend trips, visiting family and holidays.This meant that sometimes Tammy was out of town on Sundays. Even though she was still faithfully attending church, it wasn't in her assigned ward.

After three weeks of not seeing Tammy, those in her ward started worrying that perhaps Tammy didn't like coming to church anymore, had gotten lost on the way or that her roommate, Speak, had managed to lock her in the cellar. They decided it was time to make contact. The first point of contact was going to be Tammy's home teacher, Sir Brad. He sent out a text message to see if everything was okay and received a grateful message saying everything was fine. Tammy was touched by the gesture and thought that would be the end of it.

Sunday rolled around, and for the first time in three weeks, she planned to attend her ward. One of the first people she saw upon entering the chapel was Sir Brad himself, who warmly welcomed her back. (Such a nice knight!) Once Sacrament meeting was over, Tammy had to deliver her tithing envelope to the bishop who mentioned that she had been missed and, again, asked if everything was all right. She assured him everything was fine.

Before Sunday School started, both other members of the bishopric (and several ward members) told Tammy she had been missed and said they were happy to see her back. Tammy honestly had no idea so many people would notice her absence but felt good to know she had been missed. And she recommitted herself to regular church attendance in her assigned ward (which was possible now that she wasn't planning to go anywhere for awhile).

As Sunday drew to a close (this entry was actually written last night but my Internet was being stupid and wouldn't let me post it--sad day!), Tammy approached her bedtime with gratitude in her heart for such a wonderful Sabbath and that her ward had been kind enough to be so concerned about her.

The End!