I am sitting on the couch on a drizzly, November day and my husband and I are slightly bickering.  I’ve been at him all day because he went over the grocery budget by more than 100%, which freaked me out, for multiple reasons.  Reasons like that I feel afraid and broke, and like everything’s broken in life, and now he’s messing with my control issues.  Oh well.

“Remember when you made me return those six cans of olives because they were over budget?”  he says to me.

“Yeah, those were the good ol’ days,” I say laughingly.

And by comparison, they were.  We were healthier, younger, stronger in some ways.

And as I sit there I begin to think to myself, “The good ol’ days.  Yes, someday we won’t even have a body, and we’ll be in heaven thinking about “when we used to have a body”, simmiliar to the sense of “the good ol’ days”".

And I recall a bit of scripture I read this morning, something about how to live is Christ and to die is gain.  So, one way or another, our selves are living, and we either have a body, or we don’t.

Honey, “We are either living here, or with God, so how can we use our bodies and minds as vessels of service while we are here?”  I find myself thinking about all the people here, and how I will definitely be gone someday.  ”How can I serve them while I am here?”

Everything shifts with this thought.  I can sense a Power Thought coming on and I want to chase it to it’s end.  I finally feel a freedom in my mind expanding, a freedom from self, and of needing to be somebody, and an obsession with my own needs.  Yes, the thought that I don’t have to hold on to anything is liberating.  I’ll always “have me and be me”, I just won’t always have a body.  And while I do have a body, I want to use it to serve.

So what does an Artist of Service look like?  This is my first “area” I decide to look at.  Stay tuned for next time…

So what does a ________ of service look like for you?  Have you thought about how your mind and body can serve others while you are still alive?