Stripling Warriors' Mom: Early Birthday Dinner for Matt with Beth & Boys

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Early Birthday Dinner for Matt with Beth & Boys

Home made guacamole and fresh salsa aka Pico de Gallo with corn tortilla chips

A rare opportunity to have Ben, Mary Ann and William besides Matt & Beth for dinner.

I admit it, one of my top languages of love is service and cooking for my family! Is it any wonder? I decided to go ahead and make some tamales since Matt was headed back home. I had originally planned to make them for the family bash last week. But it was put on the back burner instead, (pun intended) so to speak.

I worked most of Saturday cooking and preparing the meal. I had bought the meat ten days ago before Michael arrived, and just froze it besides the masa. I hope everyone who sees the pictures of the table spread out with Tamales, Chicken enchiladas, Guacamole,Pico de Gallo, and mole with Mexican rice, and my homemade lemonade fixed for dinner. I am just full thinking about it all over again. Beth has not been a guacamole fan, and Matt told her that the one I made was really good, and should try it. She did and is now a fan of my famous guacamole. It must have been the extra garlic, and cilantro and lime juice with Olive oil of course!

Believe me when I say there was so much food, I could'nt eat everything and even forgot about the luscious potato salad that sat in the refrigerator until it was too late and everyone had eaten dinner. It must be a Texas thing to have potato salad and tamales on the same menu. Oh well, it tasted yummy the next day at a picnic with some of the grand kids when we went to the park with Beth, boys and Candice and kids with Fillerup's while I was tending them on Monday.

Kind of strange to write and talk about what I did tomorrow. Just know that I wrote this blog days after, :) I took Matt up to the airport for his flight back to Seattle. We had a nice visit on the way up and the heritage food must have really turned the hearts of the children to the fathers. He asked that I tell him some stories about his ancestors, his dad's and mine. He also suggested I write them down on my blog for them and have as a Family History. Thanks Matt for the reminder. I will get that project going and soon.

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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