Serving Guests

My mother invited me to a church event. Church is a healing place and reminds me of my Grandmother. It really does. Like, whenever I go there I feel really close to her because it meant alot to her. In the photo, I and other women are serving guests for a special event at church. 

My grandmother and mother, since I was a little girl, served often on the Kitchen Committee. My grandmother was elected head of the Kitchen Committee before my mother and then my mother was elected as head of the Kitchen Committee afterwards. Sometimes my aunt even helped out. Seeing all three of them together was so nice. I really miss that. This committee is a group of women who organize, prepare and serve food and tend to guests when there is an event or ceremony. 

As a little girl, I often remember how tired they were at the closing of an event and how my Grandmother didn't want to leave my mother to sort everything out. Instead she stayed even longer, working as a team with ma', to sort things out once guests went home. 

This particular event was a celebration of women, so women from many parts of the region were there. This time, I was privileged to be part of a small group of women who helped serve. It wasn't the Kitchen Committee but something similar involving serving. 

Serving, in any way, stems from gratitude and it was a privilege to greet so many amazing and beautiful women who I had not known before, along with seeing familiar faces from when I was a little girl. May is hard. It's easier to just like, pretend that it isn't May. That's how hard it is for me. So, I was a little nervous about going but my husband was encouraging and supportive. It was comforting. Everyone was so nice. Even that lady who knew that I didn't know how to use the Keurig to make her a cup of coffee.

I know that some people get weirded out when anyone mentions church online. Sometimes people tease or have something condescending to say about it. Online you're expected to be whoever people want you to be or whoever people have decided that you are and you're judged if you have any sort of tradition that isn't on par with popular culture. It's whatever though *shrug*. I just prefer to post things that matter to me. This church is a place of love, peace and healing. A place with people of all appearances. Going to a place that helps you shouldn't be condemned, but instead encouraged.

(I'm wearing the dark scarf)