Stripling Warriors' Mom: Blessings Untold are Immeasureable

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Blessings Untold are Immeasureable

Maria del Refugio Canchola aka Nane, and her children, my dad, Carlos is sitting on the step, and my father's Uncle, Tio Reynaldo. Nane(Nah-Nee) was expecting my twin aunts, Alicia and Elena, September 1925.

Seems like I am always on the receiving end when it comes to blessings and experiences when I serve in the temple. I substituted for Geraldine, Candice's mom, so she could attend her Relief Society Retreat activity in her ward. She is going to sub for me this week while I go to Education Week. I am looking forward to an incredible week there too.

For several months, I have had the impression to get back to doing the FamilySearchIndexing program. It is indexing records, i.e. census', parish records, etc, that helps researchers find records that were previously unrecorded.

Today I was doing the sacred ordinances and the names that came up were from Guanajuato, where my Great Grandfather was born, in Silao, Guanajuato, Mexico. I also found some work being done for the surnames Sanchez.
My parents knew people who lived in Anaheim who were Sanchez' from Guanajuato who knew my grandmother as a child and her mother. Small world!

Well, as I was finishing up the names, I felt a warmth come over me as if to thank me for my service for these good sisters on the other side. I was amazed. The next thing I had was the impression that my Grandfather, Buelito, ( Ricardo) and his wife, Maria del Refugio had taught them the gospel on the other side. They also wanted ME to do their work. It was no coincidence that I was there today at the right place and the right time for me to be doing these ordinances in their behalf. My heart felt full of gratitude and had such a feeling of great love from my grandparents.

Their ability to move forward now has been such a benefit for this work to continue on the other side and for their kindred spirit friends. It never ceases to amaze me the joy that can be found in these sacred saving ordinances. our ancestors are missionaries, and I had that confirmation today. How sweet it is...

I see the hand of God in my life and how he blesses me daily. I can truly see how the hearts of the children are turned to the father's and the hearts of the father's to the children. May there be no curse at his coming nor utterly wasted at that time for this work to go forward.

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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