Stripling Warriors' Mom: Priesthood blesses our home

Sunday, January 18, 2009

No Room at the Inn--what that feels like

Today was supposed to be Stake Conference. Our meeting house was location for the overflow and children with parents to watch and listen. The internet connection however was down, due to a car accident the night before. Aaron opted that we stay home, since the American Fork Tabernacle could not hold all the stake in one building.

There were others who missed the Conference as well, who went to our meeting place to be turned away. I felt very badly that we could not attend. We had our own meeting and discussed the Saturday night meeting, and our visit to the Draper Temple Open house.

It was a very inspiring time for all of us. We all wept and loved to remember how much we love our Savior and his great love for us. Even though we were not present at Sunday's meeting, we did feel the spirit bear witness to us and our hearts were touched just as if we had attended.

I am grateful for a priesthood holder son, Aaron who honors his priesthood and does everything he can to bless, guide and protect his family and his great love for God. I appreciate the example that he is and those of his brothers who I know do the same for their families 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