Stripling Warriors' Mom: Two for One Special

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Two for One Special

Whatever I did on Tuesday will roll into Wednesday's blog, Ok? I got home after midnight so I will have to share the blog with both in same entry.

I just checked Hank's blog. Did I miss something? K1 is leaving next week? Does that mean she got that nanny job in Maryland? I extracted that from what Hank said. So someone enlighten me ok? I am pleased that she may have been chosen for that job.

I worked on a client Tuesday night and will again I am sure. I will continue with Wednesday's message later...have a wonderful day, family. Love, Mom ;)

Tuesday Special

I started to review, transcribe and print one of six 90+ minute cassettes of my Sunday visits with Donaire. It is time I did that and with her help complete in book form her stories, life experiences of her interesting life. Remember that she is the grand dame of Israel, and I compare her "Queen Esther." I started to record her on tape in May of 2007. It felt right to start working on their transcription now.

I went for another morning walk today. I listened to one side of the tape, then work on it an hour or so to transcribe it. It feels good. My goal is to continue and get some fresh air into my lungs and cells and accomplish great things aka miracles in the meantime.

By the way, congratulations to K1; Tracie called me this morning to "enlighten" me on getting her new job in Kansas (of all places) as a nanny. Way to go!! Just remember though, K1, "there is no place like home" If I knew how to find a picture Dorothy's red sparkly shoes on the web, I would. I will see what I can do!!

A snail is a slow moving miracle, look at its shell and the shape, it's sacred geometry!

Scripture of the day:

"Yea, I know that I am nothing; as to my strength I am weak; therefore I will not boast of myself, but I will boast of my God, for in his strength I can do all things; yea behold many mighty miracles we have wrought in this land, for which we will praise his name forever." Alma 26:12

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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