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See our ares
http://www.ck-sdays.com. photo by CK Lee
This came by happy accident. I wrote it as I wrote a synopsis of another post. I liked it so much I decided it needed to have its very own meme. The photo is from a little spring waterfall that is quite popular in my town. When you live in a desert, a little running water is a big thing. I thought the photo fit nicely with the thought.
Refuge from the Storm
by Patrick Kearon
This was one of the most buzzed about talks from the last session. It prompted us to do a service activity at Young Women Camp this year.
A small act of kindness
It was a simple act. I wonder how many people even noticed? Surely if I saw it others must have too.
Brother So-and-so was saying the Sacrament prayer for the bread. Apparently, it was that kind of day for him. The words just couldn’t make their way out of his mouth correctly. He started several times. This is one of those instances that have the potential to embarrass someone. For some people, it could even drive them to obscurity. Slip away, slip away into safe, comfortable surroundings. Why bother trying?
The Miracle of the Roof
Service opportunities usually don’t arise at convenient moments.
Students help homeless man
I like this.
This boy gets it!
First of all, way to go mom-to-this-little-boy! Good job.
Second, this boy gets it. He understands something it takes others a lifetime to comprehend – if they even get it at all. This story will warm your heart. It’s good stuff.
Water Well in Sierra Leone
Let’s take a moment and not focus on the negative.
First you pick it up, then you put it in the bag (bump, bump)
Every year for the past several years, our ward volunteers to participate in our city wide clean up. It’s not a complicated job – every person is assigned garbage bags, a brightly colored t-shirt (so drivers can see you and wonder if you are on work detail, I suppose), and gloves. Then we walk along, spot trash, pick it up, and put it in the bag. Even I can handle this. So, the last few years I try to help out. However, Saturday I wanted to go visit my new grand-niece and avoid Mother’s Day on Sunday. I decided to volunteer but leave early. I grabbed two bags and figured I’d work until I either filled up both bags or an hour and a half – whichever came first. Unfortunately, I filled two bags in an hour. And I only covered about a block. The word I think you’re looking for is “ew.” At least, that’s the word I used. Many, many times.
Is Not This the Fast That I Have Chosen?
I want to help, I really do. But seeing a need and then being able to fill that need (which is trickier than it sounds) has always eluded me.
But there is something I can do.
