Stripling Warriors' Mom: Sabbath Day Worship, Blessings of Comfort

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Sabbath Day Worship, Blessings of Comfort

Old rare Rodriguez "family" pictures . . .

Today was Sunday with attending my meetings. I attended my home ward for sacrament meeting, then visited my old Lindon Third ward Relief Society, and Hank's ward sacrament meeting. K5 turned twelve today so was presented to become a deacon and be ordained after church.

Whenever I attend meetings, I always get some spiritual lift from the talks or lesson. My spirit is nurtured and my cup is filled as I also renew my covenants. The last few days have been amazing with the spirit of the Holy Ghost guiding me through some of my mourning for brother, David. I know that the Holy Ghost has sustained me and been a great comfort to me and constant companion.

My yesterday's assignment took me to the day shift at the temple. I had already pre-arranged to substitute and was so pleased to be in the temple. It gave me an opportunity to forget my own troubles and focus on serving others.

My day was closed with a priesthood blessing from Hank & Aaron. It brought comfort and peace with understanding of God's will for the passing of my beloved brother, David a few days ago.

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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