humble

(This post contains LDS lingo. If your confused, this might help. Or you can always ask for clarification!)

Tonight while Matt prepared his Portuguese/English primary lesson and I got our clothes ready for church tomorrow, I thought about our ward.

One of the many things I'm going to come away from this experience with is a new depth of humility.

Last Sunday when I was playing the keyboard in both Primary and Relief Society, I carried the power cord to each class with me because there is only one power cord for the two keyboards.

In between playing, I sat with Lydia in Nursery because she didn't want to stay. She didn't want to stay because there was nothing to do. There were no toys. Not a single one until about 20 minutes into nursery when someone came with a bag of toys.

I looked over the selection: some Lego blocks, a couple games with missing pieces, 1 car, a few pretend food items, and what looked like a collection of McDonald's happy meal toys.

Enter: Humility.

I couldn't help but notice the kids happily playing with the meager supply. All I could think about was the piles of toys in our old nurseries and all my kids' toys we left at home- all those toys I get so tired of picking up and stepping on; all those toys I'm always yelling at the kids to clean up; all those toys I gave away when we were packing things up because I was tired of looking at or hearing them.

I wish I would have known. I would have filled an entire suitcase, or maybe 3 or 4, just with toys for the nursery.

Toys are insanely expensive here and you better believe that the toys we brought with us will stay here when we leave.

But that's not really the point is it?

The nursery kids will probably love it. No doubt they will also love the toys my mom is collecting in a small service project for our nursery that she'll bring when she comes next month.

All this will certainly make me feel better, but the truth is, they're perfectly happy without them. These humble children are grateful for what they have.