Stripling Warriors' Mom: Be not weary in well doing--

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Be not weary in well doing--

Today was spent at Tracie's while I took care of Luke and Maddie. Tracie worked today, and I was able to help out with the little ones. Luke is such a good little guy. Maddie loves to play and got to spend a little time with Ella.

I went to visit a friend at the hospital and took Luquito; he slept on the way and I put him in his stroller and we went into visit on the sixth floor. I was grateful for strollers since I didn't have to carry him around in arms. He was so sweet and had good disposition while we were there. He ate well for his lunch--he loves macaroni and cheese!

The joys of being a grandma--and spending time with these precious little spirits who grow up all too soon. Cherish each day, and the angelic moments recorded in their journals for future reference. Start where you are and keep notes along the way.

I see God's handiwork and hear it every day. I see the beauty of the spring flowers, and hear the music of birds in my room, chattering and responding to the music I play n my computer.

I am so grateful to know how to type and use these inventions that make our lives so much easier. Technology is amazing and continues to advance into future conveniences that become necessity!!

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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