Over the past few days I have been blessed to have an experience that cannot be described in words.
My new calling at church (the "job" I do for my congregation) is called Compassionate Service. Usually I just coordinate meals for people who just need some extra help whether it is because they just had a baby, the family is sick, or help when someone passes away.
I have only been in my new calling for about three weeks. In the meantime we got a new bishop and had some other changes as well. I know what babies are coming due and I thought I was fairly on top of things. Then Bishop called me and asked if I would be able to coordinate dinners for a fairly large group for Friday through Tuesday nights. These meals would be for a lady who is on the "do not contact" list. This "list" is for members who request to be on it. They usually have left the church and do not want anything to do with it.
I was nervous because I had picked up on underlying tones of "be careful, this lady does not like us!"
Friday fell on the beginning of a holiday weekend. Nobody was around to help with a meal and anyone who was around probably did not know my number or who I was so they just didn't answer. I was able to pull a meal together and with the help of one wonderful and already over-worked sister in my neighborhood we even got some snacks together for visitors who would be around throughout the weekend.
The time came to drop off the meal and there were a lot of small "miracles" My boys went down for their naps so easily which left plenty of time for me to put the meal together and deliver it without having to take them. As of Friday I did not know any background at all on this sweet sister, so all I knew was that she had just lost her son and I could help by delivering food.
My experience with her was touching. She was sweet, sincere, grateful, and humble. She let me in with warmth and gratitude. I am naive and socially awkward right now but I enjoyed just talking life briefly. She gave some vague information about where her son was when he died but didn't offer up any more information. I didn't push because I didn't want to pry. I left my name and number and told her that I we were neighbors and she could call if she needed help with anything. After politely refusing, I thought my job was done and I was hoping she wouldn't mind if the boys and I said "hello" on our neighborhood walks.
Saturday night rolls around and Bishop called again to make a meal for an even larger group of people-for Tuesday night after the actual funeral. I was stressed because I couldn't pull that off on my own with our tight budget and my frazzled brain so I made a sign-up sheet to pass around on Sunday. I was subbing with the 11 year old class so I couldn't even be there to explain anything. At the end of our 3 hour block of church I collected the sheet- and it was FULL. Every slot was filled with a wonderful, caring sister who was willing to help put this meal together.
Today finally rolled around and we were able to collect all the parts of the meal and this time the RS president was in town to come with me. We went to drop off the meal and the sister remembered my name, invited us in, introduced us to her company and again talked to us with a warm, sincere, appreciative attitude. She told us that we sisters were the only reason that she had not asked to have her name removed from the records of the church. Then, as we went to collect the second arm-load of food from the car she said that she had something for us. When we came back in we were handed a copy of her remarks from the funeral that day. She wanted to share her story and explain a little bit about what went on.
I read through the 10 pages or so when I got home and just felt blessed to be the one that this sister chose to let in. She believes in God, she believes that her son is ok, and she unabashedly shares that. I don't know why she would share such personal words with us- but I am glad she did. I love how unconditional her love for her son was. Their story was not without poor choices, consequences, but also strength, love, and overcoming challenges. Because of her I was able to have special time with my sons as they helped me prepare to serve this sister.
Tyler especially continues to ask about the "lady's child" and if "he is going to come back when Jesus does". As we were making the dessert for their dinner tonight Tyler was asking if the "child was going to get to come and have some". Tyler's sweet, innocent, pure, mind probably understands better than mine what is going on. He seemed so sincere that this "child" who was actually 24 or so, would want to come and have some cake. Then, unprovoked, in his bedtime prayers tonight, Tyler, so sweetly, asked to "bless the child that he will be okay and he can be with Heavenly Father and his mom will be okay too."
These words are not painting the picture right- in that moment I was humbled by my 4 year-old's faith and sincerity. I can't imagine ever going through losing a child. I hope I never have to find out. I am grateful to have had the opportunity to serve and see the Lord's hand and I feel truly blessed to be the one who got in that door after what had been years of hurt feelings. I hope the Lord really does qualify who he calls because I know there are far more spiritual people than me out there. This experience made me want to be better so I can have the spirit with me to better fulfill whatever it is that I am supposed to!