Stripling Warriors' Mom: Reflection Upon Blessings of Motherhood

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Reflection Upon Blessings of Motherhood

My heart was so touched this week as I thought about the pure love of Christ my grandchildren have for me. They are without guile and never judge me. It is such a feeling so wonderful to know that. My children show me their love in different ways, and it is appreciated just as much. My connection to each of you is precious.

I was talking to a few women who sat next to me at Education week. I told about the talk times we had daily before having family prayers. My patriarchal blessing gave me specific counsel that blessed our lives forever. I gathered my children around me, night and morning and called upon the Lord for his blessings to know what to do for them individually. I was given instruction and followed it according to their needs.

The counsel has blessed us beyond comprehension. I am pleased that my children practice talk times with their own even today. My efforts, as promised were rewarded over the years time and time again. I am thankful to have had that role as mother and be there for each of them even still. It is a calling that I have always taken seriously and pray the legacy will live on.

Today marks the (forty-fifth) birthday of my oldest son, Hank. I learned how to be a mother first from him. My joy was complete when I carried him, was placed in my arms and all my other children and greeted them each for the first time. There are just no words to describe how I as a mother feels holding her babies in arms, mine.

Happy Birthday, Hank!

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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