Stripling Warriors' Mom: Tis Sweet His Matchless Love--

Monday, March 16, 2009

Tis Sweet His Matchless Love--

Tribute--

Mercydez Haws' Obit--written by her parents, Nic & Ashley~~See their blog site: nicandashleyhawsfamily.blogspot.com/

"Our Miracle"

"Our sweet, beautiful and perfect Mercydez passed away in the sacred early morning hours on Sunday, March 15th, 2009 due to complications of Complex Congenital Heart Disease.

Mercydez brought a great deal of joy and light when she entered the world on January 3rd, 2008. She blessed her parents, Nic and Ashley Haws, each and every day. She fought and endured a great deal. Mercydez, our Mercy, is a true testimony that our Father in Heaven loves us and grants miracles every day.

Mercydez, our sweet, silly little girl, we love you with all our hearts! We will miss your beautiful personality! We will miss the precious time we had with you! We desperately miss you! We can't wait to be with you again! Thank you for enduring so much! Thank you for touching and changing the lives of so many!

Funeral services will be Wednesday, March 18th, 2009 at 11:00am at the Sundberg-Olpin Chapel located at 495 South State Street in Orem, Utah. There will be a viewing Tuesday evening from 6:00-8:00pm at the same location and from 9:45-10:45am prior to services. Interment: Provo City Cemetery Angel's Garden.

Oh, our little Snuggle Bug! How we love you! We can't wait to hold you in our arms again!"

1 comment:

McIntire Madness said...: So sad. Thank goodness for the gospel!; March 22, 2009 at 1:49 PM

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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