Come Snow or High Water...

Today was my Sunday to teach in Relief Society (the women's Sunday school class, basically). I'm assigned to teach on every third Sunday. My topic was "Service" and for the last month I've been excited to teach this lesson. Some of my topics have been hard for me, but this one I KNOW, and I can relate to, and I'm passionate about. Yay!

Well with our crazy blizzard, and feet upon feet of snow, and plow trucks that can't keep up on clearing the roads, travelling down the hill to church was looking a bit iffy. The weather broke yesterday, but the snow on the road was still to deep for my Honda Civic to handle, so I prayed for a plow to come and talked to Mike about Plan B.

Plan B was for him to drive us to church in his ancient rusty Land Cruiser which has no heat, is missing a back window and the girls would have to double buckle in the jump seat in the back. Ugh!

Well, thankfully the road had been plowed this morning and I was able to make it to church and teach my lesson.

We have the greatest group of women in Relief Society, they are all so willing to speak up and be a part of the lesson that it makes my job easy. Today was no exception and everyone had wonderful stories of service to share.

I began by talking to about my grandpa and how he was such a great example of someone who loved to serve others.

Grandpa loved to tinker, so he always had electronics and such laying around his house. He volunteered at the local American Cancer Society thrift store and was their go-to guy when they needed to have something fixed so they could sell it, so all these things were his projects.

Side Note:
I remember my mom telling me about how his love of tinkering got him in real trouble with Grandma one time. She had finally replaced her old ringer-washer with an automatic one. Grandpa was fascinted by it, and wanted to know how it worked, so he took it apart! I could imagine the hot water he was in, 'cause Grandma had a temper!

Anyway Grandpa was also involved in community service groups, and served up until his 80's. He volunteered to deliver meals with the Meals On Wheels group and mom used to kid him about being older than most of the folks he delivered meals to.

Well, I feel like my lesson went well. The time flew, and I only covered about half of the material I had prepared. I touched on the fact that even a small act of service is worthwhile and read this quote from Mother Teresa, "We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop."