Why I Serve!! part 1

For many years each time that one of my close friends left or returned from their missions I would undoubtedly be asked when I was going to serve. My response was always the same, I am not going to serve a mission it isn't for me. I would have told you this even last year but that changed and changed rapidly. I have told my story to several people and everyone has told me to make sure that I write it down so I thought I would start a blog! yeah this may be the only post on it but lets give it a shot.

I think I would have to start with a little intro to the last couple years of my life. I currently work as a nanny for two little boys one is 4 and the other is almost 2. There has been up and down days in my job just like there is in any job. One of the most frustrating days I had was what I see as the start point in the tornado I would call the path to my mission. I was so frustrated that I was literally searching for flights home. My bosses were in Europe and the boys aunt had come to stay with us. After subduing to the fact that I cant just get up and leave I decided to go ahead with my plan to leave the house that evening and go to the Family History Library and deliver the treats i was in charge of making. I can't remember exactly how it happened but I ended up picking up a close yet unexpected friend and taking her with me. She was going to go to the temple while I planned on being at the FHL. As we pulled into the shared parking lot I got the impression that I should go to the Temple with my friend. I dropped the desserts off and then headed across the street to the temple.

As I sat in the temple with tears in my eyes (i would insert here that i never cry but that would not be the case). I opened the Book of Mormon and a scripture popped right out at me which said

"Peace, Peace be unto you, because of your faith in my Well Beloved, who was from the foundation of the world." Hel 5:47

A member of our bishopric and his wife were working in the temple and they are amazing and gave me the opportunity to talk it out or if it wasn't in the temple i would call it ranting. The one question that "big Fish" asked me that I remember is what was my goal where was I heading. I didn't have a goal, i didn't know what i wanted to do with my life. I was 25 working in a dead end job 70 plus hours a week and feeling like i wasn't going anywhere.

I had the opportunity to ask Big Fish for a blessing. Although like with most blessing I have ever received I don't remember any of the words that were told to me all I remember is the sudden realization  (that really should have known all along) that I was a DAUGHTER OF GOD!!! His love was felt and I knew that I had work to do here in this life.

Just knowing without a doubt that I am a daughter of God changed my prospective. A few weeks later most likely due to my ranting session I received a text message from lil Fish asking me to come in and meeting with the bishopric. As I was on the east coast at the time I got to wait another 2 weeks before I knew what my new calling would be.

On a side-note the trip to maine and cape cod though i was working gave me some beautiful sunsets and gorgeous sunrises and reminded me how wonderful the Lord is and the little things that he gives to each of us.

I went in and met with Big Fish once again and was asked to serve on the ward Family Home Evening committee. I accepted the call to serve. As when we get new calls we are set apart to give us the added strength to do our responsibilities. One line from the Lord while I was set apart stood out and i have never heard it be. I was told to "be patient for I have bigger and better this planned for you." Not exactly what you expect to hear while be set apart for a new calling but it has stayed with me.