Stripling Warriors' Mom: Family is Where My Heart Is

Monday, November 3, 2008

Family is Where My Heart Is

Baby Joel-in all his cuteness!

I am so thankful to all my family and the great love and support each of you are to me. It makes me feel good inside to have prepared a grand meal for all of you and share it together.

I love you all and count you as my blessings and greatest joy. We had the opportunity to gather at Tana & Nathan's for Chimichangas, bean, rice and salads. Hank, Lori and the Ks, along with Shauna Crockett, Fryers, Hallows of course and Aaron, Candice and little ones all came to help me honor my parents' sealing and wedding ceremony four years ago.

What a wonderful blessing to belong to an eternal family like I do! I have a few baptisms for the dead to get finished. I appreciate all the blessings that are poured out upon me through such a great family and unity. I know God lives and watches over me. I am a Child, and Daughter of God. The Savior lives and is the Redeemer of the world.

1 comment:

McIntire Madness said...: So sad to miss out! I'm glad you had a good time.; November 6, 2008 at 3:09 PM

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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