Stripling Warriors' Mom: Lavender Fields of Madras Oregon

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Lavender Fields of Madras Oregon

It was a highlight of our trip to Oregon yesterday as we traveled through Madras. The beauty and the symmetry of the lavender farm was breathtaking. Each plant had a round tufted look to it and the fragrance was also heavenly scented.

The growers, a husband and wife (Wayne and Terry) appeared to have the lavender as a hobby, but are regular farmers that grow alfalfa, wheat and raised some onion and carrot seeds. The wife, Terry has a store that has a supply of their own distilled pure lavender oil that is bottled, and had creams, sprays, cook books, dried lavender sachet bags. We even bought a dark chocolate bar flavored with lavender. It was delicious. I bought a cook book and some culinary lavender to use and cook recipes with it.

This is a delicacy at the very least. Love the combination of dark chocolate and lavender!

Over the years I have grown to love the scent of lavender as an essential oil. It has a calming, and peaceful effect just to smell its fragrance. I would apply it on my grandchildren and remember putting some on one of my grand daughters just before she was being blessed in church. I laugh now about it.

I also started using lavender oils to put on Parker when he was a baby to help him take naps or when he was fussy. He still likes it and Candice, his mom puts some on the kids' "ouchies" or bruises. It is a good first aid too.

This other photo is a random image I found online in Google files. I really like the picture of field we found in Madras.

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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