I'm from Wyoming?

A week and a half ago, I went to Logan, Utah for church. It was fast and testimony meeting, so I got the chance to go up and talk about what I love the most.

After sharing my testimony, I added my name and where I was from. I said, "My name is Melody Anderson and I'm from Wyoming." The second it slipped from my lips I questioned if I had actually said it. I couldn't have, could I? I did. And I'm happy I did. There's no shame in being from Wyoming. In fact, it is quite the comical place.

Let me illustrate. I don't want to sound like I'm making fun, but practically everything is funny to me. Ask my brother. Once, our car broke down and I thought it was hysterical. I couldn't stop laughing. I couldn't understand why he didn't think it was funny.

Back to the Wyoming story. I was in church yesterday, and a guy was giving a talk. I love this man. He was talking about "holding to the rod-" a very common Book of Mormon idea. In the Book of Mormon, however, the rod is more like a hand rail leading us through rough times in life. It represents the word of God. In this wonderful man's story, he referred to the rod as his fishing rod! I can't help but smile about it now! I've never heard so many hunting/fishing stories from the pulpit in my life! I love it. If Jesus used parables his people could understand- so should Wyoming-ians. Wyomingites. Wyomianians. I don't know.

So why not be from Wyoming. I've moved in. I'm happy to be here.

Hi. Good to meet you. My name is Melody Anderson, and I'm from Wyoming. :)