Stripling Warriors' Mom: President Kimball's Suggestions for What to Write about

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

President Kimball's Suggestions for What to Write about

One day at church after Sunday School I found a slip of paper with a quote from President Kimball. This quote was so profound that I wanted to share it on the blog today:

The following are suggestions for what to write about in your journals--

*Friendships
*Your Testimony
*Accomplishments
*Blessings you receive
*Things you do, say, or think
*Things that make you happy
*Things you like about yourself
*Experiences with the Holy Ghost
A journal is a perfect place for to think, feel, discover, expand, remember, and dream.

I have a few more suggestions to add to the list of my own:

*Tell about your education and how you feel about it
*Write your personal, family history about your ancestors and those you knew in life
*Write about the stories you learned from your parents about your ancestors for your posterity
*Tell about your courtship, marriage, etc.
*Write letters to your children and let them know how you feel about them
*Let your children always know you love them, and show how much you love them too
*Collect photos of your ancestors, if you know who they are, you learn who you are, and get your own identity by knowing about your ancestors
*Have Family Reunions annually and write about your get-togethers, and take a lot of pictures to share with family members

I realize I am doing good to have any of you READ my blog, let alone write your own everyday. It doesn't have to be a big deal. Joanna just started one for her family. It is a great way to keep tabs on each other. I hope it is doing some good.
My sister, Linda aka Herrod called me today and calls me the Family History Guru. I laughed, and loved it...! She had a genealogy question.

Love, Mom

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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