I love service. I love the whole idea of serving others.
Now, with that said I have a confession to make. I have always had a hard time
accepting service from others. For twelve years I have had people going out of
their way to serve our family and I went out of my way to make it more
difficult for them without even realizing it. Once I acknowledged what a
stinker I was being with my constant “We’re fine… no we don’t need any help…. I’ve
got it covered”… my attitude quickly changed.
At the beginning of
the year one of my New Year resolutions was to become more humble and gracious
in accepting help and service from others. Little did I know how God was going
to bring this goal of mine to pass. I seriously
need to think more about all the possible out comes before praying for help for
my weaknesses. ;-)
It is no secret that this year was been HARD. I learned
early on that there was no way that I could be what I needed to be to Bubba
without excepting help from those around me. It was hard. I didn’t like it at
first. I can be stubborn but once I stared saying yes it quickly became easier.
yes I would love you
to pick Regan up from school,
yes I would love you to bring dinner over,
yes…..
In all honesty God answers prayers best by sending someone
else to help us out. It would be easy for him to take that challenge away but
then the one serving and the one receiving the service would miss out on
important blessings and life lessons.
I had one sweet woman, a retired kindergarten teacher, ask
if she could take Regan to school for me so that I wouldn’t have to wake my
sick sleeping boy each morning. What a HUGE blessing this simple task was to
me. After finishing her early morning years of teaching she insisted on
continuing those early morning wake up calls to take my daughter to school.
Each morning she would walk up to our front door to retrieve Regan. I told her
that she could just honk but each morning there she was, at our front door. I
finally realized that she was using this time to check on me and Bubba and see
how we were doing. It would have been so much easier to drive up and honk but
she felt the need to go a step further. One morning while she was picking Regan
up from school she asked me about Hub’s surgery that day. His parents were out
of town so we asked his uncle to pick him up after his surgery was over. She
then went onto ask me how Hubs was doing. I told her that he was good but
nervous and wished that I could be there when he woke up from his surgery. Hours
later she was back at my front door taking Bubba from my arms and insisting
that I go to my sweet Husband. “I have it covered.” She said. When I returned
home with my sickly husband I walked into find three beautiful women in my home
carrying for my son, cleaning my bathroom, and kitchen. I did not ask them to
do any of this… they just did. They saw a need and they came to our rescue.
“If you come upon a person who is drowning, would you ask if
they need help—or would it be better to just jump in and save them from the
deepening waters?” Elder Ronald Rasband
We were blessed to have people bring meals into our home. I was
constantly humbled by the kindness of others but there is one experience that sticks
out in my mind. There was a knock at my door and I opened it to find a sweet,
sweet woman from church holding a ton of food in her hands. When I saw her I
wanted to tell her no, you keep it knowing that her family needed it much more
than mine. I fought back the tears, put on a smile and graciously accepted her
amazing gift of service, not wanting to hurt her feelings. I closed the door
behind me and slowly slid down the door to the ground as I wept. I know this
family well. I know their great financial needs and here she was feeding my
family before feeding her own. I have never been more humbled in my life than
by this sweet woman’s willingness to serve those around her.
After Bubba passed away a very sweet friend along with the
wonderful woman from our church put together a luncheon for our family and
closest friends. I was overwhelmed and told my friend that I trusted her to do
whatever she wanted. She went out of her way to make it perfectly Bubba. There were colorful balloons and mickey mouse
as the centerpieces, busses holding the silverware, pictures of Bubba on the
tables, and plenty of food to feed everyone that attended. One of my family
members was complementing me on the luncheon and how perfect it was and I quickly
stopped them to let them know that I had no part in it at all. They were amazed
at how someone could give so much without anything in return. What an amazing
act of service to go above and beyond to make sure that it was PERFECT.
At the luncheon most of
the sweet girls from my Sunday school class were there serving food. I was so
touched by their kind actions. I went to one of them and told her how grateful
I was for her service and being there for our family. She very sweetly said “Well,
you are always there for me… so of course I will be here for you.”
I have seen over and over again this year the blessings of being
an instrument in God’s hands as we serve others. I have seen the benefit as I
have served and also as we have been served. What a loving Heavenly Father to
make sure that we are never left comfortless.
Last night while I watched Relief Society Conference I couldn’t
help but feel every message was intended just for me. The last message about serving others really
got me thinking about this past year and all of the many people that have
blessed my life, taught me, strengthened me, and been instruments in God’s
hands as an answer to my heart felt prayers. Thank you!
“Service
to others is the rent you pay for your room here on earth.” Muhammad Ali
I will finish this post today with the words from on of my favorite songs....Have I done any good in the world today?
Have I helped anyone in need?
Have I cheered up the sad and made someone feel glad?
If not, I have failed indeed.
Has anyone’s burden been lighter today
Because I was willing to share?
Have the sick and the weary been helped on their way?
When they needed my help was I there?
[Chorus]
Then wake up and do something more
Than dream of your mansion above.
Doing good is a pleasure, a joy beyond measure,
A blessing of duty and love.
Then wake up and do something more
Than dream of your mansion above.
Doing good is a pleasure, a joy beyond measure,
A blessing of duty and love.
There are chances for work all around just
now,
Opportunities right in our way.
Do not let them pass by, saying, “Sometime I’ll try,”
But go and do something today.
’Tis noble of man to work and to give;
Love’s labor has merit alone.
Only he who does something helps others to live.
To God each good work will be known.
Opportunities right in our way.
Do not let them pass by, saying, “Sometime I’ll try,”
But go and do something today.
’Tis noble of man to work and to give;
Love’s labor has merit alone.
Only he who does something helps others to live.
To God each good work will be known.
2 comments:
This post brought tears to my eyes! It's so hard to let go and let others help us bc there is that fear that letting go means admitting to failure. That's not what it means at all. Letting go means allowing God to bless us in ways we never imagined.
I can't tell you how often I've had to give a gentle lecture to someone about allowing others to help her/him. The greatest joy we humans get in life is in giving to others, whether it's love, emotional support, physical help, or material goods. When you don't allow someone to help you, you deprive them of that joy of giving, of feeling useful to you in a special way. You've stated it well—it's hard to get to the point where we accept help because we all like to feel self-sufficient and we hate to feel beholden to someone else, but once you understand that by accepting help, you do the givers the huge favor of allowing them that joyful feeling about themselves--because they could do something useful for you--you realize that you've learned to be the receiver and not just the giver. It's very important to know that you need to be both. It is good to graciously accept help, just as you would graciously give it. Your friends and family deserve to feel the joy of giving just as you would if you knew someone needed help and you had the power to give it. Sometimes it takes many years for us to learn this important lesson. Sometimes pride steals away the opportunity for the givers to feel that special joy of helping someone they care about because the person in need refuses the help. If we could only realize what a gift it is to the giver when we allow them to help......
I learned that only after that gentle lecture had been delivered to me. I see things in a different light now.
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