We had a weekend that rather defies description. I'm not really sure how to label it or even tell you about it. Because it was awesome. And that's not even the surface truth of it.
The youth of our church gathered for 2 days and 1 simple cause. Service. Do you know what this many hands can do? They can change lives. Simple and powerful.
The Husband and I were privileged enough to be "assigned" 15 youth to parent and boss around. We called them our Foster Children. They were the bomb.
Our little crew repainted the house of a 92 year old woman. And spruced up her yard and the neighboring overgrown lot. We worked non-stop to bring beauty to a much needed part of town. It was inspiring.
Our own girls were off to their assigned families, working just as hard. Mormon Helping Hands at it's finest.
At the end of the day, when showers were completed, we all sat around on the floor and couches and talked about the effort and actions. No one was immune to the power of the service we rendered. Each and every youth spoke about forgetting themselves and learning what it feels like to give to another. Character was built within 24 hours. The air was electric with goodness. It just doesn't get any better than that.
If you ever find yourself wondering what's in-store for the future of our nation, let me tell you what I've seen first hand. They've got us covered. This generation of youth are noble and strong and pure and righteous. They stand for truth in all the ways that matter. We're in good hands. We really are.
Let's follow their example and serve.
Now is the time.