Stripling Warriors' Mom: Sworn to secrecy--my notes of the day

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Sworn to secrecy--my notes of the day

I was sworn to secrecy so Matt could surprise Beth when he made arrangements to be here the last several days of her visit to her parents in Orem.

Matt flew in from Seattle this evening and asked me earlier this week to pick him up at the airport. He wanted to surprise Beth. He did a good job of that after talking to her on the phone before he arrived at her parents. He looked for her a few minutes later and found her crying because she had had a bad day, she didn't feel good and was so glad to see him she cried!

It was a sweet moment for both of them, and Beth still could not believe he pulled it off and actually surprised her!! She was glad he came and was so relieved to not have to fly back on the plane by herself with the two boys on Tuesday. I am pleased to have been there to see the look on her face and the shear joy to see Matt!

I know there are few things that measure the joy in making your loved one feel loved and appreciated. They both showed that and I could tell they were glad to see each other and be reunited again. I can imagine what Cole will be doing when he discovers his Daddy there when he wakes up in the morning...GOOD JOB, Matt. Way to go!!

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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