Stripling Warriors' Mom: Christmas Eve

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Christmas Eve

It is Christmas Eve. Our first together. We went shopping for some last minute things we didn't find to finish up our shopping for each other. Ron went in the truck and I went in the car. Yesterday, he went to one store, and text me while I shopped for him to see if I was done at Target. He said "take your time and I did. He suggested that could mean more goodies! Yea!

Yes!

He went out again while I stayed home to catch up on some gift wrapping and stocking stuffers for the kids. We were going to a family get-together at Shannon's house at 4:00.

Then I had a turn to go to the store to get a few more things for Ron. I only found one or two things from my list left to buy. I think it is done. All I have to do is wrap some of his and stuff his Christmas stocking. We couldn't find the ones I brought from Utah. We bought two more from Dollar Store. I know we will come across the ones we brought as soon as Christmas is over. That is how it is sometimes.

Ron teases me about having things for him that I already had before he came into the reality of my dreams. It was about planning ahead and having room for the man of my dreams with a nice denim shirt in the closet, a tie or two, a few more casual long sleeve size "L," shirts too. Also having new dishes for my future kitchen, tools, nose clippers, or aftershave cologne. And a myriad of other things too numerous to mention that were in my storage unit!!!

"You build it and he will come," was my mantra. A quote from "Field of Dreams."

It worked. What else can I say?

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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