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Ten Things of Thankful: One Post Is Not Enough This Week

Today, the Relief Society lesson in church is "No Less Serviceable."  It speaks of the importance of everyone, and that small, unnoticed acts are just as important as large, visible service. I've had discussions this week about this idea, I have been on the receiving end of service this week, and I've noticed other examples of behind-the-scenes service.  I want to publicly recognize some of those quiet acts.  

I'm thankful for those individuals who have sent cards for my grandmother's 100th birthday.  My dear grandma is turning 100 years old in less than a month.  She has Alzheimer's, but she still can read, and she loves to look at pictures, especially of cute animals.  I think that 100 cards for 100 years has a nice ring to it, don't you?  Thanks to all who have sent cards already.  If you would like to join in the celebration, let me know.  You can either send cards to my address, or to my mom's post office box.  If you need the address, let me know and I'll email it to you. 

I'm thankful for a sweet surprise package in the mail this week. When Val  asked me for my address, I thought she wanted it so she could send a card to my grandma (which she did, by the way).  I was surprised, then, to receive a lovely rice bag in a box addressed to me.  The bag can be heated in the microwave, or cooled in the freezer. It's going to feel so nice on sore muscles!  

I'm thankful for multiple people who have held doors open for me--from the guy at the credit union to the child at church.  Yes, I am capable of getting it myself, but I also appreciate the courtesy shown by others when they take the time to hold a door open.  

I'm thankful for Brother Preter from church.  He has spent a lifetime in quiet service.  He was, not surprisingly, the first one to show up to help set up for the church Christmas party last night, and he volunteered to carry in the box of decorations from my car.  

I'm thankful for the countless people who also helped with the Christmas party.  Watching a church dinner happen is like watching a well-oiled machine.  No matter which organization is in charge (this year it was the Sunday School), assignments are delegated, but then everyone pitches in.  From the children to the teens to the adults, everyone seems to find someway to help.  

Speaking of children, today's #LightTheWorld topic is "Jesus Ministered to Children and So Can You."  The next time to see a child, take time to acknowledge them and listen to them.  Often, they are the greatest teachers. 

The fear I have when writing a post like this is that I will somehow overlook someone.  That reflects on me, not on the one who gave the service, so please don't take offense if I failed to mention you specifically.  I am so thankful for the many examples of quiet service I see all around me!  

What small act of service have you noticed this week?





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  1. Your posts help me so much! Thanks for sharing your cheerful and grateful in all things attitude. I would love to help your grandma celebrate her birthday by sending her a card. My email is rozylass@yahoo.com

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    1. Thank you! I've emailed you the address. :-)

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  2. Merry Chrirstmas! You light the world all year long!

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    1. Merry Christmas to you! I could say the same thing about you, too. :-)

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  3. I would love to send a card! Am I too late?
    Val's rice bag is my new favorite thing. I have two similar bags acquired long ago and I do love them. But somehow Val's stays hotter longer. Maybe it's because of the love.
    And yes, children are the greatest teachers. I am thankful for my daughter every minute of every day. <3

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