Stripling Warriors' Mom: In case you are wondering. . . . .

Thursday, February 21, 2008

In case you are wondering. . . . .

I am still here, a breathing, living being. I have put my energy into a huge project lately. The weather is getting less bothersome and I AM actively involved in many things. One thing that is taking some of my spare, quiet time is a family history project that is no small task.

My Father's maternal grandfather, Eufemio Canchola, a picture given to me more recently from one of my cousins in San Antonio.

I wanted to make a short outline of each of the eighty-four photos and I only have about 15% of those so far. The photos are mostly of my ancestors on my pedigree chart and the collection that my siblings would especially enjoy. That is my goal to have my neices and nephews become more aware of our family ties and share the photos for their own families. So yes, it is a monumental task and I take it quite seriously.

Today I decided to follow up on the finishing of the move from Lindon to American Fork. I had three closets of clothes, and had not brought the rest of them over. I had a helper from my office who was so helpful with a truck that I got the majority of those things over to the new house. He was an angel of mercy and had offered to help anyway he could. He is a young fellow who runs the business where I have my office. I consider that a great blessing too and am most grateful for his help.

I will see if I can reconstruct the other days I missed and fill in the blanks.

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Power to Act in God's Name

I believe and know very strongly that, " A man, young or old never stands taller than when he is doing his priesthood duties or responsibilities. Be it station as a Deacon, Teacher, Priest, Elder, High Priest, Home teacher, priesthood holder husband, father, son or grandfather, Bishop, or Prophet of God. He has a mantle about him that emanates and gives him the authority to act in God's name, and uses it in righteousness. It is a blessing to him and his family. To this I know that he raises the bar in doing his duty to God and his fellow man.”

" I stand in awe of the goodness that pervades within that soul who honors and lives up to his priesthood calling with a pure heart. It is evident to me and cannot be hidden. I believe that quality shines in their countenances and His image is radiated in their face's.

Insights by Anna 11.22.09

Touch of The Master's Hand

And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
" It was battered and scarred,
Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"

But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.

"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.

The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."

And many a man with life out of tune
All battered with bourbon and gin
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.

But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters' Hand.

Myra Brooks Welch