This week I was thinking about our new ward. We've been in it for 7 months now, and it still doesn't feel like home. (Obviously, as I still think of it as our new ward.) I'm in Primary, so I still don't really know that many people. And it seems like we have more than our share of problems.
Today in testimony meeting, a man stood at the pulpit and sang his gratitude. He then spoke about being unemployed for two years, and announced that he now has a good job, and his family has benefits again! He gave thanks for living in a ward where people know what it is like to suffer, to experience adversity, and yet to hold fast.
Well. I, for one, am grateful for a new perspective.