I had the three oldest boys with me and they were full of energy and excited for the opportunity to serve at someone else's house! After swing on the church railings and a quick potty break we headed off to work. Things were great until we were shown the work that needed to be done (the back yard was being guarded by an over joyed monster dog (as piglet would say) and that was just too intimidating for Donovan and Michael (can you blame them when the dog stands taller than they do?). But the dogs joy soon was exhausted and he laid down and went to sleep, thus allowing my boys to begin their escapade. The first act of service was to thoroughly test the play equipment to make sure it was up to par. After having examined the slide and swing to their satisfaction they began an in-depth examination of the sand box. Upon find that was also satisfactory they found the commissary and the popsicle storage facility adequate. And the final inspection was of the ground to surface signalling device (sidewalk chalk) which proved quite psychedelic. Once the boys tour of duty was completed they condesended to assist the grown-up with weed collection and plum thinning. They proved to be quite the big helpers.
Meanwhile, the adults we, for the most part, assigned to weeding the garden boxes and flower beds. Not nearly as glamorous as my boys duties but a trite necessity that needed attention. We spent the bulk of the 2 hours of our dedicated service in these pursuits.
The important thing is that we were able to provide some service. Everyone who was there did what they could to help. And everyone was pretty much able to carry their own weight in service.
