Stripling Warriors' Mom: A DAY at the Museum

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Make My Day & Museum of Art--Summer Activities

Joel made my day today. He was awakened and a little fussy so I went in for Candice since she was busy helping resolve a concern of Parker's outside. Joel was napping and stirred and cried, so I went in to pick him up and take him to his Mommy.

Well, he ignored Mommy and didn't want to leave my arms. I snuggled him and cuddled him a big Grandma hug. We went into his bedroom and I sang a couple of verses of "When He Comes Again." I hummed to him too. But he didn't go back to sleep. He had never refused Candice before and I must have had some kind of magic today. He wanted to be with Grandma today! What a little sweetheart.

I actually had Fillerup grand kids in the car waiting in Candice's van to go down to the Museum of Art today.

It was a field trip of sorts and I took the three older Fillerup's, Drew, Adam & Madie. Aislyn & Ella came along so we left the two younger boys and we were about to embark when Joel woke up. The other kids waited patiently in the car while I settle little brother, Joel.

We had a great time at the museum and there were a lot of hands on activities. We were there two hours +. More later.

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