So, I took the kids to Chick-Fil-A the other day for lunch. The chicken is always delicious and there is a play place to keep Ryan entertained for a few minutes while Aly and I catch our breath. Who sits at the table next to me? Well, no other than my visiting teacher.
Now, I'll have to back this up a little bit, because those of you who are familiar with the Mormon church know all about visiting teachers and are probably wondering why I still have one.
I have no hard feelings towards the church, I just don't believe in it anymore. This being said, I have had several visits from members of the church in the ward that we recently moved in to. The bishop and his wife, home teachers, visiting teachers, primary president and the missionaries have all visited us, some have made several trips. These don't bother Chad and I, as, like I said, we aren't disgruntled. So, I have a set of visiting teachers, and they are very nice. I think I make them uncomfortable.
Back to Chick-Fil-A...
We sit down and are enjoying our wonderful poultry, and I see my visiting teacher with her kids and a few other mothers who are clearly from church. Being new to the area, and fresh out of church, I have not yet developed any outside contacts (translation: no friends). I used to eat at Chick-Fil-A with my friends and enjoy conversation, so it made me feel lonely to see other people doing it. I wish I would have had to chutzpah to wander over and say hello, but I didn't. Neither did she. I left after a while, and continued on with my errands.
I do miss the relationships, just not enough to force myself to accept the religion.
