Service with a capital S.

(Well actually I think my mom had said "Service with a capital service," but anyway...technicalities...)

My mom was was telling me about her thoughts about service and love, and how she could notice the difference in the way people serve in preparing food for memorial services. She could clearly see the love one woman felt in even laying out the cheese on a plate - in thoughtfully adding a clump of grapes as a special touch. Even in adding a clump of grapes! Indeed, no deed is too small that we can't do it out of love. Even if we can't feel love for others in doing things such as adding grapes to plates, we can think of doing it for God. He sees even when no one else does. And He's all who matters.