Yesterday in church it seemed every message I heard (and taught) was about service. A lot of you have heard me grumble about some of the service that Paul has done or even that I've been asked to do.
After church Sis. Van came up and talked to us because we mentioned in her class that I have a hard time with this whole service thing. She told me she knows and doesn't miss the feelings that I'm having. She then told me that blessings will come, even though it just seems like a big pain in the rear. Then I started thinking about all our blessings we have in our life. Endless blessings, over and over again. It was so great to have that "duh" moment and realize that Heavenly Father helps us out so much, the least we (or Paul) can do is donate a couple hours on a Saturday morning to help some one in need. Even if we've never even met this person that needs our help.
This quote was part of my lesson yesterday in Young Womens. It's one of those things that you hear a million times, but this time, in this season of my life it really means something totally different and has great significance to me.
This quote was part of my lesson yesterday in Young Womens. It's one of those things that you hear a million times, but this time, in this season of my life it really means something totally different and has great significance to me.
"Sometimes the solution is not to change out circumstance but to change our attitude about that circumstance.... God does notice us, and he watches over us. But it is usually through another person that he meets our needs. Therefore, it is vital that we serve each other in the kingdom."
-President Spencer W. Kimball
So this is me saying that I'm done with the whining. It's really hurt me more than anything and I can feel the repercussions of that. I know people in our ward and other places need service, and I really honestly feel like service is a great thing. So now when Paul gets call at 10/11pm on a Friday night and finds out he needs to organize and/ participate in a move the next morning at 8am (even though we already had plans), I'm just going to bite my lip and say okay. Hopefully soon I wont even have to bite my lip and it will be something I no long am bothered by.
Supposing today were your last day on earth,
The last mile of the journey you've trod;
After all of your struggles, how much are your worth,
How much can you take home to God?
Don't count as possessions your silver and gold,
Tomorrow you leave those behind,
And all that is yours to have and to hold
Is the service you've given mankind.
-Anonymous, as quoted by David O. McKay