Stripling Warriors' Mom: Wednesday Special~Wednesday Surprise

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Wednesday Special~Wednesday Surprise

Every once in a while I get a nwe kind of dish to eat. Ron will surprise me with his concoctions. It was two days in a row now.

Yesterday, he saw that I warmed up some chicken noodle soup left over from the day before. I just wanted to have something simple and looked forward to that soup. Yumm!

But when he served our bowl of soup each I noticed it looked kind of dark brown and not what yellow chicken broth looks like. He said, "Oh, that's the Wednesday night special."

What??? He had put a small dish of left over pinto beans into the chicken noodle soup! It tasted a little more like beans with noodles. I ate it graciously. He went on to explain that when he was growing up they would throw the left overs in a pan and serve it as the Wednesday surprise.

Well, this morning I was preoccupied with text messages coming in all at once. He was making sliced squash and chorizo scrambled eggs. I usually season the squash with light seasoned salt. We had the squash with no seasoning and I noticed the taste was not as good as what we are used to eating with our eggs.

I passed on the squash this morning thinking next time I will remember to season it. He doesn't salt anything himself and prefers it but will eat the seasoned food otherwise. I watch the salt too.

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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