Day #2

So far so good! Woohoo!
I'm a big people watcher, and yesterday as I was in Albertson's (soon to be "Fresh Market") buying ice melt for my car (both to weigh it down and help me should I get stuck somewhere) I was watching different people and looking around the store. I looked up and saw long strands of paper Christmas ornaments strung from the ceiling. In that moment inspiration struck! Many grocery stores do things from time to time to help a certain organization that benefits the needy and those who are going without. Most often you pay one dollar as you go through the register, write your name or something anonymous, on whatever piece of paper/cardboard cutout the organization is using and they hang it up in the front of the store to advertise the organization they're trying to help. In this case, Albertson's/Fresh Market/Why is that really going to be the title of their store?... anyway... they were collecting money for the Children's Food Bank. Truth be told I was just so excited to be able to help out that I didn't really pay attention to the organization they were collecting for. I'm not sure, had I not had this daily goal in mind, that I would have immediately thought "Service!" when I saw those paper ornaments. But I'm grateful the inspiration came.
With a smiley face drawn on "my" ornament I cheerfully handed it back to the cashier and she added it to the growing stack... which represents growing amounts of money to help children who live lives much less fortunate than ours.
May God bless those dear children and families who are going without, especially at this time.

For my Day 2 service, I already know what bit of service I'll be rendering. I'm actually going to write a letter to my dear friend who's serving on a mission. Maybe some of you are thinking, "Wow, Kristi. That's not really service..." Clearly those with that thought running through their minds haven't served a mission, or haven't taken the opportunity to really hear about a mission from those who have served. Letters are everything. And you're grateful for however much time the person took to sit down and write a letter to you. "Dry Box" as I used to call it on the mish, aka NOT receiving ANY mail some days, is something akin to having a root canal. It's just better not to have it. Besides, I usually just write emails to her, my friend, since that guarantees she'll at least hear from me. But there's something different, something more exciting about a letter. It guarantees something being in the mailbox. And it guarantees greater excitement as its something you can hold, something you can open and anticipate.

Thank you, to those of you who have joined me on this journey already! I'm excited to see your comments and I hope they keep coming!!