Stripling Warriors' Mom: Unspeakable Things to Ponder in the Heart

Friday, April 3, 2009

Unspeakable Things to Ponder in the Heart

Today I was given the sweetest experience that is indescribable in words. The feeling was overwhelming in the knowledge I have of how I, Anna Maria know how much I am loved...by my heavenly and earthly parents as I was proxy for one of my (our) ancestors. Father gives me knowledge that he knows I can handle and blesses me freely. Words seem so trite in how to express it otherwise, it is beyond the words.

Words are inadequate and I can only recount this in the way it gave me such peace and understanding of how much God loves all of us, his children for who we are, as we are. Imperfect as I am, I understand how Joseph Smith must have felt as feeling unworthy of the richness of the Spirit, but not for the wrong reasons.

I am elevated as a result to have received personal revelation throughout my day. I noticed this as I interacted with family and friends. The veil was thinner than usual for me today. I am thankful for all my blessings and can only express a particle of what I felt and heard by the power of the Holy Ghost. I know without a shadow of doubt that He has heard and answers my prayers.

Truly, the hand of God is evident and am prepared to hear the words of our Prophet, seer and revelator for General Conference the next few days. I am prepared to hear the words from President Monson, his counselors and the Quorum of the Twelve and the Seventy and the Relief Society General Presidency, the Primary General Presidency, and YW Presidency.

I look forward to spending the next few days glued to the TV for Conference. It is a blessing to have a living ,latter-day prophet and the Quorum of the Twelve, and the new apostle to be sustained tomorrow morning.

I will listen for their words of counsel to guides us to remind us we are a people who are a beacon to the world as we keep the Sabbath Day holy to enjoy the fullness of the earth that is ours.{Doctrine & Covenants 59). Continue faithful with paying our tithes to further the work in the kingdom here on earth; blessing our kindred dead through temple work, and of course missionary work!

I know the three fold mission of the church is Redeem our dead, proclaim the gospel and perfect the Saints.

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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