Stripling Warriors' Mom: Provo Freedom Festival Hot Air Balloon Fest

Monday, July 4, 2011

Provo Freedom Festival Hot Air Balloon Fest

Michael and I went down to Provo to see the launch of the hot air balloons this morning. The weather was already quite warm. We found a parking place not too far from the field where the balloons were being filled. We parked in front of a business that we needed to move the car if past a certain time, since it was open for people to use the space where we parked.

The balloons were all over the field, and firing up their balloons, on and off with that familiar sound of the torch inside it. There was a balloon that was stripped like the American flag and actually had a flag hanging from the bottom of it. It was held down by a rope line and the Star Spangled Banner was played, and we saluted the flag as well as gave the pledge of allegiance. I was so excited and felt my patriotic heartstrings during the song and pledge. I felt a unity of everyone their honoring our country and flag.

We then, decided to go move the car to another space. By the time we did and walked back to the field people were leaving and all the balloons had been deflated. Someone said it was due to wind. A 'No Launch.' was declared.

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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