Stripling Warriors' Mom: Great Afternoon for extended Family Home Evening,

Monday, June 23, 2008

Great Afternoon for extended Family Home Evening,

At Tracie and Jared's

Matt and Beth got together with all the rest of us who are living here in Utah. We gathered at Tracie and Jared's, who hosted this family event. I am so appreciative of their hospitality and openness to have us invade them once in a while.

Friends, Jan and Craig A., paid us the honor to visit with us as well with the family. They are good friends and I am grateful for my children and their willingness to help them feel welcomed. When we have these get together times it seems they gravitate in our midst. Jan's invited me to her family reunion in early July in Sugarhouse.

We have a recipe book craft that Tracie so graciously compiled and had all of us contribute our best and most favorite recipes. It is a lot of work for her, and I appreciate her taking on such a big project. It was a real success and everyone seemed to love the finished product. Jan made one too.

Candice and I worked on ours last night until 1:00 am. It turned out really nice. I will take a picture of mine and post it later. Thanks again for all your support and the kids enjoyed riding the horse and pony in their back yard. Thanks Jared for taking the time and effort to make it fun and exciting for the younger ones.

It was nice to have Matt and Beth here and get to see everyone and be a part of the family activities. We miss you being so far away. It is always good to be in your presence and see the boys growing up so fast. I hope you have a good trip home since I know it is not easy driving and entertaining two boys under three years old!

The food was well planned and we had McIntire heritage food, Steaks, fries, corn, and baked beans. The brownies and ice cream topped the evening and everyone seemed to love the watermelon too!

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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