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Monday, February 9, 2009

Percolating

Yesterday the announcements for the Valentine's Family Pot Luck Dinner with Boy Scouts' Dessert Fundraiser were made. I did something wrong in the flier about it, which is upsetting that I should already have had to be chastised, but I'm sure it'll happen again. (Just because I don't know what I'm doing, not because I'm purposefully being a rebel or anything. At least, I don't think I'm trying to be a rebel! I honestly feel like I'm trying to bring to pass the Will of our Father.)

As part of the announcement (in Relief Society), it was mentioned that Jessie was making the Truffles as the 'creme de la creme' of the desserts that would be available. I shared that there would be a regular chocolate, a nut topped, and a white chocolate drizzled trio. There were a few comments after this info (and even more when I shared that there was a limited supply so if interested they'd better get there early!). Some of the comments that were particularly nice to hear were: "Oh, can we place orders?" and, "You need to tell the guys so they can get THAT instead of going to Wal-Mart to buy chocolates for their sweethearts!" So nice, right? There was one comment, however, that has stuck in my head, not because of it's sweetness. I'm not angry about it. But it has been STUCK and so I wanted to share it and some of my thoughts about it.

This comment was similar to (but perhaps not exactly): "Oh, Jessie just has all kinds of time, huh?" I demured and assured the person that he didn't have all kinds of time, but that he was MAKING time.

My thoughts: Isn't that what we're supposed to do? MAKE time for service, I mean. It's not convenient to do things for others most of the time, but it is necessary for our growth and well-being. Jess has been frustrated by the chocolate any number of times... check out one of his recent Facebook comments to see that. But he's really happy to be doing the work to help the Boys! Heck, for all we know these boys are the only ones we'll ever have! (By that I mean boys in the Church and Scouts, not necessarily the ones in our Ward RIGHT now.) Anyway....

I think I'm saddened. I know I'm not mad, but the way I feel about that comment is not exactly a good feeling. I feel a bit better for having relieved some of the pressure from this percolating. ^_^ Thanks for reading!

3 comments:

Feli said...

Yes you are right. We need to Make time for charity. Good on Jess for making time to make chocolates. I know it's difficult because I have tried to do it once and failed miserably.

Heidi said...

I totally know what you mean. I was just talking to John about this sort of thing yesterday. Everyone seems to think that everyone else has more time than they do (Grass is always greener). I offered to be the Girl Scout cookie mom for Abby's troop because no one else would. When I asked who would help me pick up the cookies, not one of the 10 parents there volunteered. I couldn't believe it! I did have two come to me later and offer to help but one of those couldn't make it today. Next year, if no one volunteers, I'll just say that we won't be selling cookies then.

vicki said...

Oftentimes we NEVER know what someone (or otherS) are thinking. We can't guess (or shouldn't waste our energy doing so). That person voiced her thoughts ANd U heard it! Argh! Her thoughts were based on limited knowledge....
There's a point here I am trying to get to and I can't articulate it.
Perculating takes time and energy. coffee makers don't do that method much anymore. From what I have observed, it seems that most drip down and it is a faster method. That reminds me of the duck and how water rolls off of its back. Let such things be like a drop of water rolling thru the coffee grinds and out into the pot, or rolling off the ducks back-never penetrating. don't let it waste time and energy perculating. I hope your writing of it was like sending the thought/drop thru the coffee grinds. Now it is in the pot to be swallowed up!

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