Stripling Warriors' Mom: From the Temple to Visiting Family

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

From the Temple to Visiting Family

Cavender's , Bud & Kay

Temple, I started my day by getting up early and attended the temple and did one of my second great-grandmothers, Maxima Munoz. I was impressed at how attentive she was to me. I had several concerns in my head at the time, and I seem to get responses and answers to those concerns. I was amazed, and think she was tuned in to me. I was in awe, in that she was born over 150 years ago, about 1855!

Haircut, I went to my fried Donaire to get my hair cut. She trimmed it and as usual I am very pleased with it. I, in turn, gave her a toe nail clipping. She was happy to have me take care of them for her.

Life Coached--I went to Salt Lake today to see a friend who is great at his insight and did some suggestions for me to say several affirmations to help me. It was great to have his support and I had not seen him for about a year. I wondered why it took me so long to go back. He made an appointment for me to go back in two weeks. I have some goals I am working on for self improvement and need all the help I can get. He was very kind and it was great to sort through some of the goals I want to set and do. It was a confidence builder and he zeroed in on a couple of issues I was not aware of. Fear of success. It surprised me.

Dinner with the Cavenders--Uncle Bud & Kay were on my mind as I left Salt Lake Valley via Bangerter Highway. I gave them a call on my way out and the invited me to go visit. We ended up going out to a Mexican restaurant. I was so full, the food was delicious. I had a cream soda that was soooooo good. Ahhhh. I love cream soda. I just don't find it very often. It is always like visiting with my "gente" when I go see the Cavender's. The are like my own family, and are related by marriage, his dad married my grandmother, Anita Recio. I love that connection and they are always so warm and give lots of hugs. His kids know Hank and Tanise. Bud and Kay tell me how much Dan and Don enjoy knowing them and their visits. We caught up on all the family news.

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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