Stripling Warriors' Mom: 980 Posts To My Blog

Saturday, December 10, 2011

980 Posts To My Blog

Wow. Can you believe that there has been 980 entries since I started blogging? I can remember not even knowing what a "blog" was. It may as well have been a foreign language back then. It was one of those coined words I knew nothing about.

How times have changed and how up with the times I became in 2007 when I started. Thanks to Hank and his example. So,"Hank You!" I could not resist that pun.

Tonight we went to a Stake Relief Society Christmas Choir presentation. It was beautiful. They sang fourteen songs, many of them were original songs written and sang a duet by the two women that wrote them.

There was a very sweet spirit there much like when Lori was choir director in her ward. There was a cello, flute and violin solo. I can see there was a lot of preparation and to perfection. The director of this event is Kaylie's (Annie and Jeremy's daughter's piano teacher.) She is a mother of five and expecting her sixth baby. That is real discipline. Although Annie mentioned that she only has two piano students, she is so busy. She is having a recital for her students on Monday. We have been invited and look forward to meeting her. I love recitals.

Ron and I were very impressed and filled with the sweetness of the worshipful music. They sang several familiar songs, O Holy Night, What Child is This?, Silent Night, The First Noel, with an original added verse. So creative. It was a great way to start the holiday Spirit through music and song.

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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