Stripling Warriors' Mom: Morning Thoughts

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Morning Thoughts

I awoke this morning with these thoughts in my mind. They were like a dictation so I took a pen in hand and wrote them in my journal. It is not unusual for me to be prompted to have this occur in short intervals, almost like quotes from heaven… as angels speak to me.

These are in the order that they came as I was thinking about some interactions with certain people in the last few days. Perhaps these are answers that God answered from my thoughts. Our thoughts are like prayers as evident in my dictation.

“A man’s ego is a one-way trip to nowhere, and is not directed toward God.”

“A humble man of God needs no outer influences to know his own worth.”

“A man who knows who is he forgets himself and is without pride, nor feels he is above anyone else.”

“ A man who thinks he is better than anyone else embraces natural man and is an enemy to God. God cannot use him and for His purposes.”

“Show me a man who believes he is better than others and puts himself above others and I will show you a very lonely man.”

“The man who forgets who he is doesn’t know God or the great power he could embrace within himself to become like God.”

“The man with self-righteous pride is his OWN God and worships himself instead and is a shallow man. He is a very small, insignificant man and not effective.”

“The man of God forgets himself and honors God in his service to those he loves by being the servant of all in his stead. God trusts his servants to care for his own, unconditionally.”

“The true man of God loves and honors his wife more than he loves himself.”

“Charity is deep in the heart of the followers of Jesus Christ; and radiates the light within himself that comes from Him.”

“The light in your countenance comes from within as Christ enters the heart. Have ye received his image in yours?”

“O Blessed Savior, may your light divine always fill my heart and soul as I hunger to draw near unto thee with a thankful humble heart.”

“Humility helps us hold onto God during hard times for the good times ahead.”

These are an eclectic assortment of journals with notes inside.

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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