Relief Society

I went Visiting Teaching yesterday and we were talking about Relief Society. I shared this experience from when we first moved to Oregon:
My Mom tried many times to teach me how to bake bread. I was never interested. Then I had kids. My desire to be a good homemaker grew, but bread scared me, and I had lost the chance to have my Mom teach me (we lived too far away). I was asked to serve on an Enrichment committee and they needed someone to bring rolls. I apologized that I couldn't because I didn't know how to bake bread. Barbara Jones (our Bishop's wife), quickly stepped in. "You will bring the rolls. I am coming to your house tomorrow and I am going to teach you how to bake bread." And she did. The next day she showed up at my door with the ingredients and her special bread-making bowl (an enormous Tupperware that had a tight-fitting lid - an extra, I later learned - that she GAVE me!), and she taught me how to make bread. I love this story because to me it demonstrates the beauty of belonging to Relief Society. I had a need that I couldn't meet on my own. One of my Relief Society sisters took time from her life to help. Because of her, I was enabled and enhanced. And I was able to use that new skill to serve others - and more importantly my family. I love Relief Society and I will ALWAYS be grateful to Sister Jones for teaching me to bake bread.