Stripling Warriors' Mom: Draper Temple Dedication~Family Visit

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Draper Temple Dedication~Family Visit

The temple dedication was this afternoon. What a blessing to be able to attend the service via satellite in our own stake center. All the stakes in Utah had access to the broadcast. Our lives are enriched and brings us the message of blessing those who are on the other side of the veil.

I am looking forward to attending the temple this week several times for our stake "Temple Week." I have about a dozen female names and hope to get some of the work complete. There was a comment made that as we go to the temple often, the temple will be in us, in our lives. I know this to be true.
Aaron, Aislyn and I were able to attend, Candice stayed with the other children at home. Parker was sick too and on the mend.

We went to Hank and Lori's later to get together with Joanna, who is visiting from Cincinnati with her sister, Lindsay and her little daughter, Lauren. We had a chance to chat with Michael on the Mac webcam. It was great to get to visit with him as well. Hank's house was the meeting place, Tanise, and Aaron and family were able to visit as well as their dad, Hank, Sr.

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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