Sister Pielstick vs Orlando Ward

Going to church at a new building is always an interesting experience. There are different people, a different group of Hymns preferred by the ward organist (Everyone seems to love "I KNow My Redeemer Lives" But sometimes you get the odd "The Wintry Day, Descending to it's Close" or "If you Could Hie to Kolob" and then you just hum along), and then people who remind you of people in your ward at home. However, you still feel welcome there... I have been to many different cathedrals and church buildings from various denominations and none feel as welcoming as a nice LDS Building. I have a theory that it is because the Spirit can reside there and the spirit has a reassuring tenancy to fill up even the largest and loneliest of spaces.

As I was sitting there in the Chapel I was looking at a mother with her family that resembled a woman that had worked at the girls camp kitchens(where I helped because I woke up too early for my camp moms). She had the same golden brown hair, the same nose, and carried herself the same way. It wasn't until she squealed and all but tackled my mother that I realized that she was the woman I thought she looked like.

It was fun to see her again, she went on a mission to Hong Kong a while back and she was one of the woman who cemented the idea of going on a mission in my head. She introduced me to all of her ward sisters and for the first time in my life I felt like a living rockstar... who knew people were so excited for Temple Square sister missionaries? I got no less than five women who told me that their friends started taking the discussions because of their visit to Temple Square. One was from Germany... That made my day.