Stripling Warriors' Mom: Mooooooooooooo--ving Day

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Mooooooooooooo--ving Day

So much to do and many helpers too came and got the house cleared and boxed up ready for the move. Aaron had several priesthood holders in the ward come and they did an excellent job to help him get all the heavier items loaded and taken over to the new house in American Fork. It doesn't seem possible after all these months.

The house is finally done and ready to move into. It is spacious and quite nice but I like the one we were in and like the extra space I had. Oh well, life goes on.

I was wiped out by the time midday came and went. It was all I could to do get all my stuff packed and direct the helpers. It is amazing how much one accumulates in such a short time and in the space to put it. It just tells me how much I am blessed and can always purge what extra I have that I don't need and give it to someone who does need it.

Today was President Hinckley's funeral. I listened to it on the radio since the TV was carried out to the truck before it was over. I asked Tracie to record it for me, which I want to see later.

What I heard was about an incredible humble servant of the Lord who was honored and put to rest. How I will miss his fine counsel and encouragement. I saw the hand of God in the life of Gordon B. Hinckley. He stood for truth and goodness, setting an example like the Savior. He loved all people from all walks of life and stations. I loved him as our living prophet of God. We all did.

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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