I wish I could just make up my mind...

So I have been attending the Foothills ward for the last 4 years. It is my home and they are my family. I really love that ward. I love it more than a lot of things in my life. They have been there in so many monumental ways, whether certain individuals know it or not. I have served as an activities committee chairperson and within the Elders Quorum. I have been tossed around these two callings over the last few years. I really feel like I was more than just a small part of the ward. I felt like, and knew that that was the exact place I needed to be, that I was doing the most good, and I was making a difference.
There has since been a change in my life. I moved out of the Foothills Ward boundaries and into the Brentwood boundaries. I was certain that I would continue to attend Foothills. I figured the boundaries are more like guidelines and I am young so I break rules as principle. Not actually, but I can dream... lol...
I continued life under that premise that I would continue on in my ward. Over the next few weeks I somewhat lost my feeling for foothills... Well thats not really it... more like I felt similar to how I felt before I moved out here. I felt that although this was my home I was needed elsewhere and must leave.
I put the matter to prayer. I offered that I was dedicated to staying in my ward and that was the decision I made. I put forth though that if I wasnt supposed to be there or if Heavenly Father desired my in Brentwood that I would straightway leave Foothills. Uneasy feelings began to dominate my heart. Every time I spoke of staying in Foothills I felt like I was covering my eyes. That although I knew the answer was there I would cover my eyes so as not to see it. I fooled myself with this for a few weeks. Finally I decided that it was time for me to go. I informed my bishop of the change and began telling a few choice individuals that I would be leaving.
Let me tell you this and make no mistake about it. I love the Foothills Ward so deeply. There are people in that ward that have spiritually or emotionally carried me on their shoulders. I have had times when I have felt so beaten to the ground and I had not the energy to lift my sunken head. These individuals have stood around me as pillars of strength. They walked with me through the trial. Not ahead of me, calling back to hurry up. Neither were they behind me like a taskmaster with the whip quick in hand. But as a friend walking beside me, helping me up when I stumble and encouraging me to stand on my feet again. I am certain that there are angels around me constantly... Some of them I see. Like my Mom, or my brother. Others I cannot see. I know that my family that has passed on is with me. They probably watch an protect me more than I would like to admit.

Although I am no longer attending my beloved Foothills I look forward with an open mind to what lies ahead.
From the silly Hobbit cartoon from what I am sure was the 70s or 80s "The greatest adventure is what lies ahead." Also some advice given me by my principal, from my highschool, "If your not scared, your probably not doing anything exciting."

So I am taking all my courage and fear and all that I got and pressing forward. I know that The Lord will watch over me no matter which ward I attend. I know that there is no place that I can go that I could possibly hope to hide from him. He will find me and love me. I hope that I can show love back.

My rhetorical question is, how does one love him back? I know what is says in John 14:15

but that is too easy... there is a greater answer... or more of an answer there.