Stripling Warriors' Mom: Thanksgiving--Family Time

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Thanksgiving--Family Time

Tana & Nathan showing her Peach Pie. She bottled the peach filling herself and made the pie from scratch. It looks almost perfect. Good job, Tana!

What a feast we had for Thanksgiving dinner. There was plenty of great food and we had a wonderful time visiting with each other. The kids watched Kung Fu Panda & Polar Express. We all ate turkey and baked ham.

The best part about Thanksgiving was being together as family. It meant a lot (to me) to have each of you be here and have some sense of an anchor that holds us in place, like home. There is no place like home. We talked to Michael and Matt. It isn't the same without them though. We missed you both and your families.

I count my blessings of being here and living in this point in time. I wouldn't change it for anything.

I drove down to Spanish Fork to visit with Tara for a little bit and was glad to have some time to visit with her. She and Russ had his parents over for dinner and spent Thanksgiving with them and her family.

1 comment:

McIntire Madness said...: We missed you all! It just isn't quite the same without spending the day with family.; November 29, 2008 at 1:19 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