I had so much fun last night. (Don’t tell anyone.)
Know what I did? Broke a bunch of eggs. 🙂 If I left it there, would you think I was egging houses and TPing yards? I hate to disappoint you, but I wasn’t.
I helped cook the Wednesday night dinner at church and it was FUN! Hot, but fun. 🙂 Cooking that meal isn’t something I normally do, because there are usually a bunch of members there to help out.
But this time, there weren’t. Sister Deb told me several of the usual workers were gone on the mission trip to Joplin, so (naturally) I volunteered. “I can help.”
The menu? Pancakes, scrambled egg casserole with cheese and ham, and oven fried potatoes. But that wasn’t the fun part.
I broke a bunch of eggs (six dozen or so) into a HUGE bowl, scooped out the egg shell that kept sneaking in, scrambled them, added milk, salt and pepper and wished I’d taken some of my fresh dill to put in it.
Someone else cooked most of them. That wasn’t the fun part, either.
I also helped clean up, dried a few dishes, put away a few pitchers and helped make the place tidy, but that wasn’t the fun part, either.
The fun-funner-funnest part? The part that crawled right inside my heart, took root and settled in to stay? The part that’ll sparkle in my memory for a long, long time?
The women. (Knew that was coming, didn’t you?) They’re smart, accepting and funny! No whining or complaining. (Wow!) Just joyful service for the Lord.
Do you know how unusual that is?
I hadn’t really forgotten my enjoyment for working with other women, but I forgotten the energy I get from it.
Fingers crossed–next time they’re shorthanded. Maybe they’ll let me pitch in again.
Or I could volunteer to lend a hand during Bible School. No whining or complaining, of course.