I remembered last night, but I pretended I didn't. I'll set my alarm and see if I want to go when it wakes me up...
Alarm.
Alarm.
Five more minutes?
Snooze.
Alarm.
Snooze...again?
Guilt.
Get out of bed.
Put on sweats, put my hair in a ponytail.
Go grab gloves, a bucket, and a shovel.
Off to the youth service activity...
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"Unselfish Service" --Dallin H. Oaks
"The Spirituality of Service" --Derek A. Cuthbert
"Service" --Steven E. Snow
"Finding Joy Through Loving Service" --Russell C. Taylor
"She Stretched Out Her Hand to the Poor" --Barbara B. Smith
"The Service That Counts" --Thomas S. Monson
"Service, A Divine Quality" --Carlos H. Amado
"Service, A Divine Quality" --Carlos H. Amado
"Why Do We Serve?" --Dallin H. Oaks
"Sacrifice" --Dallin H. Oaks
Always
Why does the hesitation always come? Never want to go sacrifice and serve, seems inconvenient. Then I start weeding with my friends in the ward. It becomes somewhat fun.
Afterwards.
Always afterwards.
Always afterwards, happiness and gratitude flood in.