Stripling Warriors' Mom: Impressions of Piano Recitals for Grandchildren

Monday, June 1, 2009

Impressions of Piano Recitals for Grandchildren

What parent isn't moved at the performance of their child(ren)? I know I am! Today was a piano recital with teacher, Aimee. She is a great motivator and gets so much out of her students. The variety of student base is varied and from ages 5 to 16 years old.

I was very touched by their performances. There is a lot of dedication and I have gratitude for the talents they are developing. How fortunate all of the children are to have parents behind them encouraging and supporting in their endeavors.

Good job, K3,K5,K6,& K7 performed; as did Erin, Jacob,Drew and Adam; Aislyn & Ella! K3 composed his own song and did a wonderful, original creative piece.

Sorry, but I didn't have my camera, but some others did. If I can get a few emails of downloaded pictures, I will post them later...

I truly see the hand of God in the lives of my children and grandchildren with their gifts and talents.

I had a tender mercy given to me today. I had a pendant I wore that I put on a black fine cord yesterday. I had it on, but when I woke up I only saw the cord, and no pendant. I prayed to know if I would see it again and have it back. I was given an answer that , "Yes, I would." It just amazes me how the pendant worked its way out of the cord slip knot. Anyway as I came home this evening, there was my pendant setting on the counter in the downstairs vanity.

It was a tender mercy to find and made a resolve to find another way to wear it. This is the second time the pendant came loose without even knowing how it did. I am thankful for the assurance I had and faith the pendant was not lost, and another blessing counted for today.

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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