Sometimes we do things that are really scary.

For example, the Mister and I go to a Spanish ward. The first few weeks were a little frustrating for me. I just REALLY wanted to understand what was going on! I got so frustrated one day that I left the third hour and found an English church and snuck in. Unluckily, I knew several people in the ward I had escaped to and they even made me stand up, introduce myself, and explain why I was visiting. How embarrassing. I most definitely said "My name is ____________ and I am here because my husband and I go to the Spanish ward and I'm just really frustrated with the language today. Amen." Good one. After church was over, and I headed back to our church to pick up my husband, I called my dad and whined and whined. He lovingly reminded me to stop being such a drama queen which I did. And that was that.

NOW I adore the Spanish ward. I've become much more attached to it than my born and raised Spaniard husband. I adore the people, I couldn't live without my Young Women and thinking of missing any given Sunday makes me really sad. I love it there.

But, this Sunday is going to be terrifying. Mister and I are speaking in church IN SPANISH. I am understanding more and more of the language every day and can get along quite well but this will be my very first attempt at speaking the language.

Terrifying. Absolutely terrifying.