With Wandring Awe

You would think that the Lord's House would be the one place I would be immune from awkward moments, but apparently God gives us agency and lets us be as embarrassing as we please wherever we want to be.
This past week Annalee and I decided to join the ward choir.  Why? I have no clue.  According to the roomies I have a coffeeshop voice (No idea what this means, but it reminds me of Phoebe from Friends singing Smelly Cat in the Central Perk. Ha.)?  So let's just assume that singing is not my forte.
This Sunday was our ward Christmas program, and so the choir sang three lovely songs between talks. After one particular heart-wrenching talk given by one of my studly FHE brothers, I was under the impression that the choir was going to sing our final hymn.  I get up, walk out of my row, and proceed to walk down the middle aisle towards the stand.  After walking about 15 feet, I realize that no one else is walking with me.  In fact, no one else is getting up out of their seats at all.  I look back at Annalee and Julie, who are in the choir as well, and notice they are painfully trying to resist from laughing in a silent Sacrament Meeting.  I run back to my seat and try to keep from giggling myself at the whole event.  On the plus side, I walk very well in heels.

--Sadie