Stripling Warriors' Mom: God Sends Us His love and Angels to Our Aid

Friday, February 20, 2009

God Sends Us His love and Angels to Our Aid

"I am encircled about eternally in the arms of his love." II Nephi 1:15.

Last week I came across a talk by former General Relief Society Counselor, Kathleen H. Hughes.

The above scripture describes the love we can feel in the arms of our Savior.
She states:

I am certain that each of you has felt, at one time or another, encircled in Christ's arms;. . . there are times when you are fearful, when the stress and busyness of life seem to overwhelm you, when you feel adrift from the Spirit. Perhaps you even feel abandoned. The best antidote is my memory of the moments when Christ's peace has come to strengthen me.

I bear testimony that the sweetness of the Spirit of Christ's love can bless me and bring me the peace and reassurance that he cares and loves me. Those times when I know without doubt that God lives and sustains me in my times of need with the arms of his love encircled about me. It brings me peace when I ask for understanding. It enlightens my mind when I ask to know truth. I draw strength and courage to go forward when challenges are in my path.

"Our children need to hear us "talk of Christ,. . . rejoice in Christ, and preach in Christ so that they may know to what source they can look for the peace that "passeth all understanding." Phillipians 4:7, II Nephi

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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