If I were a poet, this would be a line in one of my poems tonight.
Today I returned home from a long day and found a lone red tulip placed on my bed. The tip was wrapped in plastic wrap and had a cute golden ribbon tied and curled. Random, right? The secret is, I LOVE flowers. I lived every girl's dream and worked in a flower shop for two summers and I have great appreciation for these delicate creations. How could they know? Who is "they" anyways? The point is, they did a great service which they didn't have to do and did with no thought or expectation of reward or gratitude. True service seeks no reward or praise.
Tonight after performing in a concert, I found that all of the members of our group had conveniently disappeared leaving myself and one other member to clean up and move out the sound equipment including large, bulky, and overweight speakers and sub-woofers. Fun. As I wrapped up cords I contemplated the decision I had before me. "I probably have the most stuff to do tonight out of all of these people. I don't deserve to be here. I probably help the most with set up and take down." Trying to ebb frustration and bitterness, I finished helping put things away. As I left, the other member graciously thanked me for helping put things away. Ouch. That was a little humbling. The power of gratitude!
On my walk home I enjoyed a serene moment gazing at the stars. What an incredible display of eternal perspective. Somehow the stars always put me back on track. How dare I claim to be a serving person if I hold my service against others. Service seeks no praise or retribution. Service seeks not but to love. Who am I to feel like I deserve something for my service especially when considering how much debt I am in to the Savior who performed a service I could literally not do for myself. He made Eternal Life and Immortality a possibility! And I moan because I had to move a few speakers and wind a few cords.
May I be more transparent in my service for the light of love and the light of the Savior to shine through me. May I remember the tulips He gives.
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