Stripling Warriors' Mom: Welcome Home, Aaron--

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Welcome Home, Aaron--

As you know, Aaron has been in the hospital for almost a week. He came home today! I went to visit him for a couple of hours while he had lunch. It was a regular diet an he wanted to see if it stayed down. It did so he was able to feel comfortable enough to go home. Candice went to pick him up late afternoon. He is resting and hopes for the best. Me too.

I spent a couple of hours with him yesterday in the afternoon. He needed some clean garments to shower etc, so I had a chance to take them down and be with him. I stayed and we watched a PG movie, "The Ultimate Gift". It was a nice story about service to others.

Candice went to bring him home about dinner time. The Dr Rx'd some Probiotics!
He was able to keep his food down yesterday so he felt better about coming home. He didn't want to be a burden on Candice so he waited to make sure. Aislyn and I went to get him a bouquet of balloons for the homecoming in the afternoon while Candice went to pick him up. We bought red, white and pink with a nice red heart design on a Mylar balloon. Kind of "Valentine" theme.

We are all glad to have him back home.

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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