Stripling Warriors' Mom: "Count your blessings, not your worries"

Thursday, June 26, 2008

"Count your blessings, not your worries"

House at Portland Rd-- Photo of me and my siblings and Mom about the time we received in the mail the chocolate candy from my dad while he was in the Army.

The above title quote is off a chocolate almond Dove candy message inside the wrapper.

Here are a few more:

"Believe in and act on your dreams"

"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade"

"Think without limits."

"Success is the sum of many small efforts."

"The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate."

"Write a real letter, not just an email."

I admit I am a little behind in my letter writing and thank you notes. I really have no good reason for that. Just how it is sometimes. I forgive myself and move forward, with intent to do better.

Besides the quotes I really enjoy the contents. There is nothing like a small square of chocolate to lift my spirit. I recall when my father was in the Army when I was just a few years old, he would send us by mail from wherever he was, a box of Hershey Almond candy bars. I still remember my mother opening a package from Daddy and sharing the contents with each of us.

I found out later the significance from Bro. Don Norton when I wrote about that event from my early childhood. Chocolate bars were rationed and just the military men were allowed to buy this commodity at the base post exchange. Do you have YOUR year supply of chocolate? I don't.

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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