Stripling Warriors' Mom: Angels All Around Us

Monday, October 20, 2008

Angels All Around Us

I went to visit four year old, K9 today at the house. He had hernia surgery this morning and looked like he had no pain, which Lori said she was staying on top of the pain giving him Tylenol and Motrin for children.

I think children recover very quickly and you cannot tell they have had their tonsils out the same day! They are so resilient.

I know angels watch over us, and especially ones like K9.

This evening for dinner I went to Mi Ranchito in American Fork, with Tana and the kids joined Aaron, Candice, Aislyn, Ella, Parker and Joel. I ordered their Mi Ranchito Soup. It was chicken with rice soup flavored with cilantro, tomatoes, and fresh avocados. Aaron really likes it and requested I make some for them at home. Everyone wanted a taste of it and agreed they liked it too. It reminded me of the kind of soup my mother used to make. I think that is why Aaron wanted me to make it soon.

I always enjoy eating out at Mi Ranchito, because it IS like going to my mother's for dinner. The food is delicious and remarkably similar to the way my grandmother, aka Nane, Maria Rodriguez cooked too. The owners of the restaurant are from Guanajuato, so it is close to what I was used to eating at her house. Cannot deny it was a little bit nostalgic.

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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