So remember not so many months ago when I was thoroughly and completely bored? Refresher: I was misting around, feeling very blah and needing some focus in my life. Some PURPOSE, besides MamaRestaurantAndChiefEntertainer.
I threw myself into service. We invited over a different family every week for dinner. I made meals for the sick or overworked - visited the lonely - watched people's children - started a temple group - and wrote countless notes. I ran out of stamps. Every Sunday I sat down to ponder over a list of names I could serve. I slowly checked off name after name in the Relief Society directory - my goal to do something for all 185 sisters.
Disclaimer: These service activities were started for the most selfish of reasons. I was bored and unhappy. I served because I knew it made me feel better - not because I felt prompted, or because of the pure love of Christ. Nope. It was all about MOI.
But guess what.
I grew to love the people I served. I made friends - real friends. (And all that time wasted wondering the best way to make them ....)
I found purpose. I was happy. And I was helping people. Because I loved them.
Then, as you know, I ended up in the hospital and on bed rest.
But wait - I got visits. Meals. Flowers. Games. Chocolate. Books. And phone calls galore.
And I wonder.
What would have happened if I had crawled into my shell all those months ago? What would have happened if I gave into my self-indulging boredom, clinging to my wall at every activity and refusing to breach that mile-long female gap?
I really. truly. doubt I would have had so much help.
So I've discovered something. Even if we start serving for the most trivial of reasons - it always comes back to bless you in the end.
And I'm grateful.