Easter Sunday

The great thing about moving into a new ward every year or so is the opportunity you get to polish up on your speaking skills. This ward is not exception and we were asked to speak this next Sunday. "Sure," I said "No, problem." Not 2 seconds later I realized that it was Easter Sunday. I don't know about you, but besides Christmas I am pretty sure that Easter Sunday is the most well attended Sunday of the year. Speaking isn't really my forte, but I usually don't mind doing it. Really is 10 minutes of shaky knees, blurry vision, and unprecedented amount of um's coming out of my mouth really that bad? But really Easter Sunday? I am very much under qualified for this task. Too many people will be coming to be spiritually fed and I hate to disappoint. All I can say is that I am grateful for the spirit - because I am going to need a miracle.