This will be a short post because I'm sans a finger for the next two weeks, and it's a wee bit difficult to type. How do people sit and look at the keys all day?
The last Sunday we were in our ward in Utah was a fast Sunday, and one of my good friends bore her testimony, which was a real treat because she's really quiet and doesn't do it that often.
She talked about how grateful she was for our ward, because of all the help they had given her and her family. She said she felt like a burden on us.
And all I could think was, "I only got to help her twice. I wish I would've done more."
She wasn't a burden on us at all. She gave us opportunities to do what we should be doing: serving each other.
Well, that's all fine and dandy for me to think those high thoughts when I was on the giving (albeit minor giving) end of things. I had family to help me whenever anything happened. I didn't really need help.
Well, last night I did. And it was so humbling to let go of my pride, the "I can do it all myself because I'm so freaking awesome" attitude. The Lord brought me to my knees and sent angels to minister.
And I'm thankful for that humbling experience and for those angels. And even though I understand a bit more about what my friend said about being a burden (and it doesn't feel good) I know I'm stronger and less prideful because of it.
So, lesson learned, Heavenly Father. Please stop the plagues now.