The Barn

It seems like I haven't had a lot of time for blogging lately.  It's getting a bit dusty around here.  I've been spending most of my time figuring out how to adjust to the changes I've made so far this year.  It's taking some time to figure it out, and it seems that my mind has been consumed with thoughts about where I am going and how to get there.  It hasn't left a lot of time for my camera.  I do have some stories to share though, so I will be posting more soon.  

For now, I wanted to share some things about my week last week.  It's something I want my kids to remember.  Last Monday evening we had to take my dad to the ER.  Again.  I shouldn't complain because it has been quite some time since our last trip, but it just never gets any easier.  We took him in on Monday evening, he was admitted to the hospital, and he was able to come home on Thursday afternoon.  It was a short stay this time, but while he was in the hospital the Young Men and Young Women from his ward visited his house to complete a service project.  Approximately 20 or so youth and their leaders gathered in the backyard to apply a brand new coat of paint to the barn.  We were of course there to help in whatever way possible, but the best part was feeling the support of those who were visiting and witnessing their concern for my dad.  He has endured so much over the last several years, and often times he and my mom have done it alone.  Not this time though.  This time we were surrounded with many helping and caring hands.  They brought a measure of relief and happiness with them that was so needed, and as they stood shoulder to shoulder and painted the barn, the grass, and even themselves they laughed and they helped more than they know because this time we were not alone.  That barn is one of my dad's prized possessions.  It's the handiwork of his now twisted, and disabled hands.  It is beautiful, and he loves it as much now as he did when he first hammered the nails into each board.  Because of the service of young people in the ward, it is now standing a little taller with a fresh red and white wrapping.  It is anxiously awaiting warmer days when my dad will visit the backyard and see the coats of kindness that were left behind while he was gone.  It is one less thing for my mom to worry about, and one less thing that she will need to do.  I am grateful for those young people.  I am grateful for their leaders.  I am grateful for their kindness and concern because on this night they lightened my burdens.  They provided an example to my children of doing good for others who are in need.  That's what service is.  I will be reminded of this goodness each time I look at this barn.  I can't wait for my dad to see it.