I have been serving as choir director for my ward (congregation) for about 20 months now. Yesterday, my replacement was called and I was released from my service.
I'm excited to be assigned to my next service opportunity, yet I'm sad to let go of something that made me a much stronger person both mentally and spiritually- challenging me to the point of tears many times. I love all of the choir members so very much and have endless gratitude towards them for everything they did - dedicating all of those hours to rehearsals/performances/consuming my fresh baked cookies every week. In the words of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, "Music is the language spoken by angels." My life has been filled with angels!