…Only in the Service of our God

Feeling sorry for yourself lately? I have been! Not for any reason in particular, but my knee-jerk reaction lately has been to Wallow… I guess there’s a fourth W we could add to President Uchtdorf’s! I’m reeeeeeally good at making excuses, too: How am I supposed to serve people if I can’t even get anyone to talk to me?… I can’t help others, I can barely help myself! …Well, I try to do service, and it’s the effort that really counts, right?…

“Too often we fail to experience the bliss that comes from daily, practical … service. At times assignments can feel like burdens. … Let us not pass through life immersed in the three Ws: wearied, worrying, and whining. We live beneath our privileges when we allow worldly anchors to keep us away from the abundant joy that comes from faithful and dedicated… service, especially within the walls of our own homes. We live beneath our privileges when we fail to partake of the feast of happiness, peace, and joy that God grants so bountifully to faithful … servants” (Dieter F. Uchtdorf, “Your Potential, Your Privilege,” Apr. 2011 general conference).

Sister Barrus! Forget yourself and go to work! I’ve learned many times in my life that service is the antidote to any feelings of self pity, doubt, discouragement, loneliness, and really, every negative feeling. When we can just take the initiative to make that first step and serve, it’s the beginning of a momentum that won’t be easily interrupted.

What are some opportunities for service that have turned YOUR frown upside down?


2 responses to “…Only in the Service of our God

  1. You are so good at analyzing yourself and seeing ways to improve! I mostly just get more depressed when I’m depressed, but you figure out the most difficult and yet most simple ways out.

  2. I try to serve my wife as much as I can whenever I’m down or tired or grumpy… Nothing ever makes me as happy as seeing her happy, or even just imagining her happy when I leave her a little note somewhere that she can read and smile about when I know she misses me 🙂

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