to practice in the chapel. So at 9:10 there were only five YSAs at the church. Heart attach time. How does one live with this kind of stress? The pianist did not show up until 9:15. We started to practice simply because we needed it. I love Fijians; I love living here, but I do not understand this part of the culture. Say you will and then don't. Know something starts at a specific time and then show up whenever.
By 9:45 there were 27 YSAs sitting in the choir seats. I was so grateful that I will not mention that three of the YSAs sitting in those choir seats had never practiced with us or that six of them did not sing last week, nor that nine of the YSAs that sang last week were not sitting in the choir seats.
We did OK. Scott says it was just as good as last week, but I do not feel that way. I did not feel the Spirit the way I had last week, nor do I think the YSAs sang with the same spirit. Maybe I lost the spirit in all the worry and stress of the morning, or maybe the Spirit could not attend us, because the YSAs had not prepared as they should, or maybe it was both.
I was grateful for kind ward members who appreciated the program and were very complimentary.
I told Scott I am done with the choir. I love these young adults, but I can not function like this.
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