Called to Serve

Well, the King was called to  serve as a High Council in the single and young adult wards.  Well, he is going to be very busy.  I guess Heavenly Father knows what he/we need right now.  He needs our family to serve.   The King is not one to say "NO".  So, he accepted the call.

  When we had the meeting with the Stake President on Saturday, the King was called in first. As I waited outside the room my mind was busy thinking....okay what now?  what did we do?  Is he going to serve in another bishopric?  Not a Bishop?  But those thoughts didn't last.    I just had to be patient and wait to hear what President H. had to say.  

Anyway,  I was called in.  I listened  and then he broke the news and asked what I thought about it.  What can I say?  He is called..so we must accept.  He also shared that there were 10 names on their list and they prayed about it for a whole week and the King's name was the one that kept popping out.  Wow.  I was humbled by what was said.  I can't remember every detail of the meeting... but the thing that stuck out the most is that  when President H asked Bishop S to describe the King using just one word.... he said..."SERVICE."   I couldn't help it but I started to get teary eyed...tears started to drip one right after the other.   The King, too was all sniffling. (Sorry Hon....I know you don't want to ruin your  "all tough and manly" image but it's all good).

Anyway, all kidding aside.  SERVICE!   Bishop is so right on.  After hearing that... I felt happy that other people see that in the King.   That's when I was overcome by guilt because of times that I  have murmured.  I will not deny the negative feelings sometimes bitter feelings I've felt when he served others.  I just didn't get it.  He was so quick to see and act upon others' needs and I felt that he just ignored his own family.  How is that? 

Well, my attitude changed after someone returned the favor for us.  Our old broken van haven't been used for a month or longer and the King didn't know how to fix it.  One night after a long day from work (the King's work), Bishop K (King's co-worker and Bishop he served under as a 2nd counselor  at the BYUH  11th Ward)  who knew how to fix cars spent hours trying to get the van fixed.    Well, van was fixed after two nights....I was so overwhelmed...that after a long day at work someone would be kind enough to use their talents they were blessed with to help  and serve us.   Sacrificing their time...away from their family...so we can have a working van.   This is just one of the many services we've received.  

More services were reciprocated.  We are blessed to have friends and families  who help care for our children every time we are in a bind.  Even lending a listening ear or two to help relieve stress and tension.  Those are services greatly appreciated and forever cherished.  Service. 

 The King...is just that.  A man who has a big heart and is very generous with his time and money.    It could be his last penny and would still give it away.   He would say...it's only money and they needed it more than us or me.   That is just how he is.

I would often get upset when we've had activities...and used his own money....well, he doesn't turn in all the receipts!  I'm like..."HON!  We are struggling here...we need money, too!  Turn in the receipts to get your money back! "  But...no.  What else can I say?  Nothing.

The King is a good man. I need to be more service oriented like him.  He is the cable guy...he is a plumber, an electrician...he plays the organ every other Sunday, plays the piano for our choir, he is the secretary for the High Priest, he is also the Ward Activities Chair (which I hope he will get released from)....what else.....oh, I saw and heard Uncle Joe the man who played as Mehana's Dad in Johnny Lingo  wants him to play  the piano for his Hawaiian Choir.  

He is the man!  He is my man!  The King.