Stripling Warriors' Mom: Where Did the Day Go?

Monday, May 19, 2008

Where Did the Day Go?

Today was an unusual day. I spent all day working on an assignment, self-imposed in social work. It is just how I am and my input was very critical for some children who needed a voice in their behalf. The legal system has "guardian ad litems" who in essence act as attorneys for children. These kinds of lawyers are called in mostly in custody cases, and need input from social workers. Someone has to be there as support so why not ME?

To make a long story short, my statements and investigation of this case, was instrumental in hastening closure for each involved.

I count my blessings that my children have protected their children from the world by choosing how to live and keep the commandments. It seems that is the only remedy for good to prevail. President Hinckley gave us the Proclamation on the Family to the World. Therein are all the answers needed for us to follow and heal the wounds of our society.

May we take that document and give it our time and study it so that we, and our posterity will adhere to its principles and teachings.

May God bless us all in this effort and cause, I pray.

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