Four for Friday, Lucky Me Edition

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So today I spent my day in a very perfect way. Oh hey, that rhymes!

I spent the day at my friend Amy's house. First, let me tell you about Amy's house. Amy lives in a very large, very lovely house. Amy has great taste, there is not a room in that house that doesn't make you feel happy. Her family room is yellow with hints of chocolate. She has a large leather sectional that could probably sit most of Rhode Island comfortably. I <3 it. I would marry it if I was single. I mean, it's supportive, always listens, never interrupts, always looks good, and makes me comfortable. If the couch could pull off funny....well nevermind.

Other than sitting on the couch, I got to spend the day holding Amy's brand new baby boy. It was loverly. He's the cutest little bundle of old man face you ever saw (just like most babies are) with wide blue eyes and feather soft reddish hair. I feel so lucky that she trusted me enough to care for her baby boy. So, in honor of the perfect baby Andrew, I give you four reasons I love service today.

1. Service is selfish. I mean, you give to help others and end up helping yourself. I didn't have time to focus on MY house, MY move, MY problems, MY insecurity, MY nap, MY MY MY. And I didn't miss MY stuff at all.

2. Service feels nice. No, really. It just feels good to say "Hey, I got that" or "It's my pleasure" and mean it.

3. Service invites you in, makes you part of someone's life - even for a day - and part of someone's heart.

4. Service unites and binds. I am fortunate enough to have a friend who is open to the promptings of the Holy Spirit, who calls me up and says "let's go" even though she will have to tow along 3 children (and another on the way), who doesn't bat an eye but offers all she is and all she has freely.

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain.
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

-Emily Dickinson

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CK Nethercott aka Mom said…
You are so funny Sarah. I love the way you write- it makes me smile every time I read your posts!
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