Stripling Warriors' Mom: Spotlight on Baby Joel, not so little

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Spotlight on Baby Joel, not so little

Joel will be ten months old in a few days.

This picture was taken on Memorial Day. He has on the hat Parker used to wear. Joel looks so chubby and cute! His nickname is "Chugga," his daddy calls him that. He is really getting around now, and crawling all over the place. He also pulls himself up to stand. He has been more mobile since Mother's day when I left for Seattle.

I am not sure how, or why, but every time Joel sees me he practically leaps out of his parents' arms to me since I came back from Matt & Beth's. He likes it when I rock him, tell him stories and sing to him songs about Jesus. Candice is such a good mother and spends individual time with him, that I guess I am a novelty to him. I don't know. Aaron laughs how he wants to come to me, especially if I have been gone for the day even. Aaron says it is because "I am squishy." Thanks a lot.

It touches my heart to have that connection with such a sweet little spirit. I wonder if he remembers me from before and I make him laugh anyway. I love the time with him, Parker, Aislyn and Ella. They make me feel so loved and part of the family. I am. When I was in Seattle, Aislyn called me herself and told me she missed me and it made my day! I am a blessed grandma, that is for sure.

Today I wanted to start a "spotlight" on my grandchildren and started with the youngest. That way he won't be two before I get to him, but made him first. It is important to me to make note of my feelings and perceptions of my "grand-motherhood."

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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