This is something that strikes a chord with me too. When I first decided to go out in service I approached a pioneer sister I was studying with and showed her a schedule for service that I put together for every other weekend. She sat there for 20 minutes explaining to me why that was not enough. That I eat and sleep everyday and should at least go out in service once a week. She said that she observed friends in the hall who were not as spiritually minded and a direct connection was made to those who don’t put in regular service. Blah Blah Blah...I just felt sick during that entire conversation. I wished I had never said anything.
I was getting ready to call her back and say that I changed my mind and then I got a call from her husband who apologized up and down for her and said that whatever I decided was fine. But I was already so discouraged. No matter how much I did on my own terms I already knew that I was being judged by this sister as unworthy. Nothing could change that.
Of course, being the obedient low self-esteemed sister that I was, I ended up going out each week because she would come over and pick me up and intimidate me into service. I remember when I was pregnant she would still force me to do walking territory with her. She would walk real fast and by the time I caught up with her I was out of breath and she was ready to go to another door. It was miserable. The next day I started hemorrhaging. I was finally out of service and in a hospital bed, but now I had everyone under the sun in my room making sure that I did not have a blood transfusion. People I never even knew before were in my room.
Of course, being the obedient sheep I was...I refused blood. I turned to my husband and told him that if I was going to die, to just let me die. Take the baby and just let me die. Instead I just ended up being in the hospital for 5 weeks.
The pioneer sister that I studied with came and visited me each week with our study book in tow. She never just came to see me as a friend; it was always to have a bible study and to count her time.
Then one day it dawned on me. The love that we get from God is a gift and not earned through service hours. Last year I was at our weekly bible study at this same pioneer's sister house and there was a question surrounding Ancient Israel’s fasting and how they were not what God wanted. They were missing the point. Jehovah wanted his followers to show love and acts of kindness. But they would do all the rituals instead (fasting and throwing dirt on their head) I raised my hand and said, "the same is true today. We can go to all our meetings, pioneer and read the bible all day long. But if we don’t show love to our brothers and sisters than our service would mean absolutely nothing." I saw her look at me with disdain. :)