Stripling Warriors' Mom: And Today is a NEW Day . . .

Monday, October 13, 2008

And Today is a NEW Day . . .

Be Not Afraid, by Greg Olsen

III Nephi: 11-12

11 And there was a great and terrible destruction in the land southward.
12 But behold, there was a more great and terrible destruction in the land northward; for behold, the whole face of the land was changed, because of the tempest and the whirlwinds, and the thunderings and the lightnings, and the exceedingly great quaking of the whole earth;

I was just reading today's scriptures. It was like reading the newspaper for today if you think about it. The path of the hurricanes in the south east, etc. The lands northward are seeing the water destruction, others earthquakes. Hmmmmm. Sounds like things repeat themselves. What a blessing it is to have a living prophet, just like in the day of Samuel the Lamanite.

It is a good lesson to absolutely be prepared. I am NO doomsday-er, but just know about being prepared. Ok?

I was very pleased with the messages from the brethren, and President Monson. Their counsel tells us we are to live each day one at a time, serve and help each other, reach out to those who need our care. We have angels to bear us up. I find great strength in Elder Holland's message, besides Elder Bednar's. My gratitude in endless.

I listened to the final session of Conference again yesterday and know we have a chosen Prophet of the Lord, who lead us through the storms of life. His message was optimistic, like President Hinckley would give. I cling to the Iron Rod.

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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