Stripling Warriors' Mom: We can Try To Go Back into The Past--Good Luck!!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

We can Try To Go Back into The Past--Good Luck!!

My mother, carrying my younger sister, Martha. The bridge is in the background.

I used to walk over the bridge at the San Antonio Riverwalk as a child.

Today, I had a bit of nostalgia come over me. It was when I drove back from Salt Lake Airport to pick up, Nathan,my son-in-law. It was early, before 9:00 am that I had been to and from the airport.

I was a little hungry at the time and thought of the Mexican Bread Bakery nearby as I headed back to the house. There was a fresh batch of sweet bread aka Pan Dulce sitting in the rows of breads. There was also a radio or CD player going with the usual Mexican Polka music, accordion and all. It caught me the last time I was there and reminded me so much of when I would visit San Antonio where my paternal grandparents had lived before my father was born there in Texas. The rest of the family were also from Texas as well. My aunts still live there.

Abuelita Hot Cocoa

I like the fresh, soft Mexican Pan Dulce and love it with hot cinnamon/cocoa. My favorite brand is Abuelita. It seems that when I can honor my heritage it is by eating the foods that I learned to love as a child. Whenever I was homesick for my mother's cooking I would got to Mi Ranchito in Orem. Each of their restaurants have the best cooks in the area.
Oh, yummmmmmm.

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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