Stripling Warriors' Mom: You Know You Are Getting "Old" When . . .

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

You Know You Are Getting "Old" When . . .

This last week was about making appointments for eye care, aka Optometrist visit. Then with starting a New Year and a new insurance supplement it is time to check out the new doctor on our plan.

Today was about a visit to the dentist. I had a tooth ache started last week and ended up needing a root canal. Well, that didn't happen since the crown on that tooth was done forty years ago. The roots had calcified. I never knew a root could do that. The appointment for that crowned tooth is on Thursday for the extraction of the tooth and preparation for an implant to take the place of a post for a crown.

Between the doctor and dentist this week I was busy!

The only social contacts this week would be seeing the doctor and dentist.

I used to think it was interesting that the senior citizens I knew complained that all they did was go to the doctor or dentist. If it isn't one thing it is the other.

Kidding aside, I am grateful to have a good insurance plan that will afford me to get the medical attention I need without the stress of how I would pay for it all.

Oh, and I can't forget that I have a mammogram to look forward too as well when I see the doctor for the routine physical exam. I switched to Ron's doctor who is a D. O. or doctor of osteopathy.

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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