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I know I've written about this before. I never seem to learn my lesson when it comes to asking for blessings. It's so hard to do EVERY TIME! I don't know why. Maybe I'm much more prideful that I think or maybe Satan just works really hard on me in that department.
Wednesday I should have thought of asking for a blessing on my own, but it didn't even cross my mind. Thursday morning at work, the lady I work with was asking me about the new job and after I broke down and told her all the hard things going on in my life right now, she asked me if I had asked my dad for a blessing. DUH! Why didn't I think of that!? My dad was at my house! If I can't have dad do it, the next best thing is to ask the home teacher. I resolved pretty quickly after she suggested it to ask. Then the rest of the day went on and I called and accepted the job and was feeling pretty good by midday. Then I started to debate with myself. "Get one. It will be good" and "I'm really feeling much better and I already accepted the job so what's the point? You'll be fine. You got this". Honestly! Why would I try and talk myself out of a good thing?
Lucky for me the smart side one and as soon as I got home I called my home teacher. That's actually 2 points because I called. I never call. But I figured it would be harder to back out if I actually asked with my own voice and it forced me to be really humble. I'm sure texting would have worked just fine, but calling was what I needed to do I think. So did my home teacher tell me no way? Of course not. I don't know why I always freak out to ask them. They really don't mind. They live across the street and it takes maybe 10 minutes to come over, give the blessing and be done. WHY CAN'T I JUST ASK WITHOUT FREAKING OUT!?
Okay, enough beating myself up. I did ask. They did come. And it was amazing. I am so SO grateful for the priesthood and for worthy men in my life who are willing to serve and bless me.
Most of the blessing didn't really have anything to do with the job. It was just a beautiful testament that God loves me and is aware of the tiny details of my life and the desires of my heart.

Lucky for me I did much better at controlling my emotions than I did last time I asked them for a blessing. There was no sobbing this time, just a few tears. I didn't have to worry about my mascara running or worse, my nose running, onto Josh's white shirt. I'm sure they were grateful for that as well, even if they didn't think about it.

If you ever feel like you need a blessing, don't let yourself talk you out of it. It's hard. It's hard for me every single time, but it's worth it. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
Maybe one of these days I'll find the constant humility I really need.

Friends

I love my friends. I really just love them. I've always been the listener and I love it! I don't know why, but I really do. I love to listen and I love to be there. I hope they know how much I love them and that it's a blessing to me to be there for them when they need to "unload" or need a shoulder to cry on. I love you!

Compassionate Service

I am the compassionate service leader in my ward. I use to just be on the committee over one district but the other c.s. leader moved and I got "promoted". Sunday we are having a training meeting and I get to be the one to train the committee members. In preparation for it, I've been looking up different talks on lds.org for ideas, motivation, direction, etc. I came across this talk and LOVED it. It's called Compassionate Service: With or without the casserole. You should read it. It's not very long and it's really good.
As I was reading it, I thought how true it really is. We don't need to take something with us. Sure the casserole or card is nice, but YOU are enough. Sometimes that's what someone really needs, just another person standing there letting you know they care.
I thought on my own life and the service that has been rendered to me and my family. A specific time came to mind when we receive A LOT of compassionate service. When we lost my brother there were so many people always at our house, bringing meals, flowers, doing the laundry, and who knows what else. They really wanted to help any way they could. For me at that time, I was sent a guardian angel and I didn't even recognize it until I read this article. (I'm sitting here crying, just like I was yesterday day thinking about it). I had a friend who was always with me. Didn't matter what I was doing or where I was going. Tiffany was coming with me. I never asked her to (that I remember). At 14 years old, I doubt she was really thinking, "Cathy really needs me to give her some service, what can I do? what can I take her?". She knew I was hurting and going through something hard and she was just there. Always there. There were no flowers, cards or casseroles, just her presence. That is Christ-like service. That is what the Savior would have done if He had been there with me in person.
I invite you all to not worry about doing enough or taking enough. YOU are enough. When you have an open heart and ACT, the Lord will use you as an instrument in his hands. For all the people who give acts of service by just being there or whatever it might be, in my life and in the lives of others, I thank you.
Feel free to share examples from your own life. I like being inspired. Even if it makes me cry.