Stripling Warriors' Mom: Tithing Settlement, Gratitude for Blessings

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Tithing Settlement, Gratitude for Blessings

This morning I woke up late but was able to get some sleep after being out so late last night. I am grateful my church schedule starts at 1:00 p.m. Aaron reminded me we had signed up for Tithing settlement. I hurried and got dressed to go to my appointment for tithing settlement.

Our bishop is great. He is so present whenever I visit with him. Aaron even said he called to the house before I got there to see If I was coming. He asked if we could have a word of prayer after our brief meeting for tithing settlement and asked to give the prayer. I was so pleased and touched by his prayer. He prayed for me and asked for angels to be around me and watch over me in my life. I know he is a caring and loving bishop and watches over his flock. What a good shepherd and example he is. I feel blessed.

There were two returned missionary talks, brothers who are fraternal twins who spoke in sacrament meeting. The High Councilor spoke and gave a great talk and spoke about gratitude. He quoted President Henry B. Eyring and the message to take note each day of seeing the hand of God in our lives. I appreciated the support our leaders give to us in reminding us to recognize the blessings in our daily lives.

I bear witness that I know without a doubt when I am mindful of the blessings poured out upon me, it also keeps me in tune with the Spirit humbling me so that I may come unto Him. This must have a ripple effect wherewith we can be unified and become one with our Savior, which is a blessing in itself at these times of the world and the influences out there. God's arm is bare and never falls short to bless me, I Stand All Amazed.

Our choir sang a medley of songs of Thanksgiving. It was quite nice. I ended up not feeling well and had a terrible splitting (migraine) headache. I can't remember having such a bad one as this one.

After sacrament meeting I went home to take a nap and slept for three hours. It felt good. I stayed home the rest of the evening. I think I needed that extra rest and my headache went away. I am grateful for Sundays, the Sabbath and most of all my FAMILY! I love you all and am thankful for your love, support and prayers.

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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