Stripling Warriors' Mom: Family Fast for Aaron Today

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Family Fast for Aaron Today

Just by way of update on Aaron's health condition. As many of you are aware, he has been very sick for about a month now. His condition mocked the flu, but not the flu. I wonder too if it actually had nothing to do with his lupus either.

He has been poked a gazillion times for blood work, examined, scanned,been in ER for several times, not to mention to many doctors of different expertise. Last night was the last straw.

So Aaron and Candice made another attempt about 8:30 p.m. to go to UVRMC emergency room and not leave until someone listened to them. Well, their persistence paid off! The doctor found, after another CT scan about 1:30 this morning, that he has an inflamed case of colitis.

Yes, colitis. Evidently the antibiotics have contributed to this and that is why he could not hold even water down. The only thing keep down and that even came up some of the time was Power Ade. Go figure. It was probably the little bit of minerals added to the drink that made it bearable.

Well, he is also in the hospital. The Dr decided he needed to be admitted and will be there for a few days until he improves. Heavenly day.

So please know how grateful I am for the priesthood and its ability to heal our bodies both spiritually and physically. Brother, Hank came and administered to him on Friday afternoon, and it really helped. Thank you Bp. Hank for your house call! And for Lori, for her loving support of him, Aaron & Candice.

It is a blessing to be here where I am and be of assistance in any way possible. It is what moms do. And Thank YOU all for your prayers and fasting for him.

I love you ALL forever! Mom :)

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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