Stripling Warriors' Mom: Beloved Grandma

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Striking Resemblance,

Have you seen baby Joel lately up close? Well, he kind of looks like Aaron, his daddy, and his grandma!! This is a snap shot of me at about three months. Candice said it looks like maybe it was my christening day picture. Could be, I don't know. I also don't know who is holding me. It looks like it could be man's hand, but the arms are too hairless to be my DAD! The ring though looks like one he used to wear. Why they are hiding behind me is a mystery. Maybe my aunts would know who took this picture, since it looks like the street where my Nane lived on Pinto Street.

Anyway, back to the resemblance thing. I have some photos to download of Aaron as a newborn, that look just like Joel. It is dejavue! Will post more pics later....

Mom aka Anna

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Persistence

Here is a quote from Calvin Coolidge (1872-1933), U.S. president

"Nothing in the world can take the place of Persistence. Talent will not;
nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will
not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the
world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and Determination alone
are omnipotent. The slogan "Press On", has solved and will always solve
the problems of the human race."

I had the privilege of taking care of Tracie's and Jared's children overnight. Jared had a work activity and I watched the kids. We had fun watching the trilogy of "Indiana Jones." We had pizzas and fun! Tracie left their car so I could drive the kids to where we needed to go. She took my car and I was pleasantly pleased that she brought it back with a full tank of GAS!! Was I ever glad...with the price of gas these days, THAT made my day too.

Thank you Tracie and Jared...for your thoughtfulness, and I was the lucky one to be the beloved Grandma...
Lukie recognizes me now and he smiles more too...

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