Stripling Warriors' Mom: More Mother's Day thoughts

Friday, May 16, 2008

More Mother's Day thoughts

Well, I found the missing card and had it behind a framed picture I got for Mother's Day. So, I really didn't lose it, I just lost track of it temporarily. I had it on display on the kitchen counter and it occurred to me to look behind it for the card, which I put there myself. It feels like this week I have been running inside a cage with my feet moving but standing still. Know what I mean?

Dear Mom,

"I hope your day is special & rewarding. You have been dedicated to your family your whole life. I recognize your influence daily in the lives of my children and things I was taught by your example. You couldn't have done better. :) I love you Mom and am proud of who you are--how lucky I am.. May the Lord continue to bless you and strengthen you always."

These kinds of reminders DO bless me and make me very happy to be a part of your lives and included in your thoughts.

I look forward to having "my girls," Tanise, Tara, Tracie, Tana, Lori and Candice visit my Relief Society lesson on Sunday. It is a belated Mother's day gift to me!!
It means a lot, and something I will cherish for a very long time.

Love, Mom...aka Anna

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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