Visiting, feeling like an outsider, and extending a smile to someone in need

We are visiting a church in another town this weekend.  A different congregation, with a completely different dynamic from our typical Sunday.  It is not out of the ordinary to be greeted by a number of people when visiting another Ward (what our church calls the geographic boundaries that constitute a congregation) before the Sacrament service begins.  

We arrived some time early before church began so we received a number of these conversations with complete strangers that share a common faith.  A group of completely different people that are brought together, to be strengthened together, by the bond of common belief. Pleasantries and smiles exchanged in an effort to ease unrest for people’s first time with a new group as well as an effort to initiate friendships with these like-minded people.

While sitting in an unfamiliar building with strangers who I did not know I began to think about what I would share today.  I also didn’t have my normal device to type up my thoughts so I was worried how I would be able get something put together. My Sunday post has become a habit and I have come to enjoy finding something in my faith that I can bring to another wonderful community that I have found family with fellow adult babies and diaper lovers.  That’s when it struck me. Before the service had even started, I had my topic.  

Family, commonality, community.  The warm greetings we received as my family entered an unfamiliar situation is very similar to how I felt when I reached out in an anonymously public way to search for meaning and understanding surrounding my desire to wear diapers and feel little.  The step into this chapel felt similar to the feeling of creating a number of accounts to be able to have a voice online. Anxiety and nerves present themselves as we enter anything new in life, but it is the warm and comforting presentation of a smile and handshake originating from genuine love and concern that eases all of those feelings that keep us from learning and growing.

I know that I feel broken at times.  Broken for something that has been part of me me entire life.  I’ve never known any different. What makes me broken, what makes me unique, is what also gives me commonality and connection with both of these communities and congregations.  It is okay to feel broken, it brings us to a place where we can grow. The concept of muscle growth fits well into this explanation. It is through stretching, growing, and tearing that we create stronger muscles.  We too will become stronger, better people through these feelings and experiences.  

A large part of our success in the experiences is having the love and support of others.  Sometimes we are on the receiving end of this, and as we become stronger we step into the other side of the line and begin to offer that live and support to others.  Together, we build and lift each other to a better place.

The member of the bishopric (person that leads the congregation) that conducted the meeting stated, “Keep it brief, and focus on the Savior” when talking about sharing what you believe (testimony) with others.  I believe that same applies in my other community. Keep your briefs, or diapers, and focus on what matters most.  

For me, it is my faith, my family, and my friends.  

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