Praise the Lord

Why is it that the fall colors: red, yellow, orange, brown….make us feel peaceful and grateful? Tradition is strong. Memories of sitting around the Thanksgiving table with family are powerful, and I am led to give thanks for family, past and present. Another year of peace and plenty. How truly blessed we are. May our thoughts, hearts, and help be turned to those who are in want; the numberless masses without shelter, or food, or even family.

Praise the Lord with heart and mind, by what we say and do.
Thank the Lord for everything we see and know that’s true.
Each day we live, each trial we face; in peace and also war,
The more we praise our Lord and King, the more our joy will soar.

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Do Our Best

Last week, family events pressed upon me at a greater intensity. Bob and Aaron were disagreeing about how to sell Aaron’s house. I was stuck in the middle. Bob expounded all the things that can ever go wrong in life, and expressed that they probably would. I decided that I can no longer let these troubles inside my heart where they produce enough anxiety and fear to immobilize me. I can no longer react in the best ways. I feel like a spectator wringing my hands!

So, I chose to put problems, worries, negative thoughts, and all other things included in that group….to put them out at arm’s distance, where I can see them, but they can’t ‘get to me’. I thought of putting myself in a bubble. Within the bubble would be happy things, or the ability to see good in what is happening now. It’s a pleasant place because I choose to make it so. I smile. I breathe deeply, and I feel safe. I can build this bubble with prayer, music, service, thankfulness, scriptures, etc. Do you think it worked? Ya, it did. I was able to deal with problems and move on. I let only what I chose into my ‘bubble’.

Last night I was listening to an interview with the LDS songwriter/singer, Hilary Weeks. She said the same thing in her way. She said when she counted her negative thoughts she became depressed, but if she switched and counted the positive ones, she felt peaceful. So, there you go..just a little ‘tweak’ makes all the difference in the world.

So, I’m thinking, “Lord, I’ve learned a lesson. Could you just take away some of the problems in the first place?” Ha.

Do Our Best

Do our best in all we do; that is all our Father asks.
At work, at play, stay firm and true to all life’s varied tasks.
When we slip and sin, we cheat ourselves in many different ways.
Don’t build our house upon the sand. Repent and forgive each day.

God gives us weakness to humble us. This helps us turn to Him.
If we do, weakness fades, for with Christ we start to win.
If we learn and serve our Lord in truth, Christ lights our darkened way.
The more we search and understand our sweet Lord, the more we want to obey.

See 2 Corinthians chapter 4 about being troubled on every side, but not distressed.

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Two Worn Out Shoes

Well, from the number of comments we’ve received, I assume that no one is reading. If I’m wrong, please send a comment. Hello, out there? Anyway, I’ve been thinking about how nice it is to have a buddy. Bob is my buddy. I found this poem I penned about 10 years ago. Read it and tell me about your buddy.

You and me, two worn out shoes
Treks and trips, we’ve had a few,
And when times come I need to choose,
Above all else, I choose you.

High fashion never was our lot.
We scrimped and saved and never bought
The things most other people sought.
Yet we were rich, or so we thought.

We worked and sweat to build a home.
Your Uncle Bob–Farm Home Loan.
Year after year, stone upon stone,
A place where all would love to come.

Memories along the way
Explored new roads day after day.
Some places near, some far away.
We made good times at each new stay.

Our lives, they changed once Aaron came.
New days ahead, and yet the same.
Then Val and Eve joined in the game.
Each brought us joy and also pain.

From coast to coast, across the land
You’ve basked with me in forests grand.
And walked along the shores of sand.
In heaven too, you’ll have my hand!

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Heaven’s Harmony

Last Friday we drove our grand kids up to Twin Falls, Idaho, where they have purchased a home, and will be living, far far away from me. I have been feeling the separation. Seems as if I have a paper bag over my head. I can’t see and I can’t breathe. I want to reach out and touch them. I want to know what they are doing right now. I want to know if they are OK. It hurts, and I constantly pray for strength to face each day. That’s why I posted nothing on Monday. Too busy getting their old house ready to sell. Garbage, cleaning, and organizing.

While we were up in Idaho, I taught my grand kids a song that I wrote more than 30 years ago. It was written when we moved into this house. I had great hopes and aspirations for our home to be a bit of heaven on earth. I want their home to be heaven on earth too.

Within these walls lies heaven’s harmony.
Behind these doors grows love in plenty.
Under our roof there’s peace all around.
Our home is where true happiness is found.

At home we practice sharing happily.
We care for all our blessings thankfully.
And think of others, often, lovingly.
Our home’s a bit of heaven’s harmony.

Our house, our house, God bless our home
With safety, peace and love.
Our house, our house, God bless our home
With Thy sweet spirit from above.

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Memories

These last few weeks have been very stressful to me. My son and family, who live 1.5 miles away, are moving out of state…probably next week. Buying and selling homes should not be this hard, complicated, or frustrating. The closing date keeps shifting, and requirements keep popping up. I like to feel in control. I find security in that, and when events cannot be planned, it explodes my brain and clicks on the ‘worry’ switch. I really do hope that someday I will look back on this time and tell myself that there was no reason to fret. Then there is the component of missing the grand kids, who I now see on a daily basis. Put all that into a pot, and I’m a bundle of stress. I really do need to make each encounter/visit meaningful, not just because they’re leaving, but to make it a part of what I do all the time. Make memories.

The things we do together
Store memories in the heart
Remaining there to be
Called up when we’re apart.
To remind us of the
Love we shared
In days now in our past.
They weld our love together
With a bond to always last.

Tell me what you do to keep in touch with loved ones, especially the little ones.

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Repentance

This last weekend was the semiannual general conference for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Messages from apostles and prophets are broadcast from several sessions. The messages are comforting, inspiring, educational, uplifting, chastening, and very personal to anyone, church member or not, who desires to follow the path Jesus paved.

Repentance was a topic discussed several times. For anyone who would like to read or hear these messages, log onto LDS.org and follow the links for general conference. In a few days I believe the recent messages will be available to print, read, or hear. For the topic of repentance, three speakers come to mind: Reeves, Bednar, and Renlund.

Elder Bednar spoke of repentance and how we need to have faith in Christ to repent. To have faith that Jesus says to us “Come now and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow…” Isaiah 1:18. Most of what he said was well-known doctrine, but at the end of his speech, he spoke of those who have a hard time ‘believing’ what they know. In other words, they have faith, but making it personal and applying it is a step more difficult to achieve. I guess that’s like getting knowledge from your head to your heart. Perhaps that’s why some of us sincerely repent, and yet, keep reminding ourselves of past sins and follies and don’t allow ourselves to shed the guilt that has already been swept away. We do not draw upon the real power of the Atonement. Perhaps it’s easy to tell someone else that they are forgiven and should forget, but, when it comes to ourselves, we struggle. We need to be like the father who came to Jesus and asked him to heal his son. Christ asked if he believed that it was possible, and the father replied, “Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief.” Mark 9:24

Repentance and forgiveness are a two-edged sword.
Once we repent and are forgiven, we must believe the Lord.
For only by true faith in Christ can we receive his joy,
The pure grace that comes from Christ to every girl and boy.

And when we find ourselves caught in sin’s dark snare,
We must repent each day we live. Forgiveness lifts despair.
We each fall short in many ways. Pure light casts out all fear.
Through guidance from the Holy Ghost, we grow and see more clear.

Forgiveness is the healing balm, we feel when we obey,
Only when we humbly seek for forgiveness every day.
He helps us live more Christ-like, as repentance brings us joy.
As we repent, forgive and serve, Christ’s grace we do employ.

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Hate

Yesterday, being 9/11, my thoughts turned to the terrorist events of that day 15 years ago. I found that I have a difficult time understanding the hate that is so evident in our world today. The lack of compassion. The disregard for life. It saddens me to know of all the sadness brought into the lives of so many families. I love the words so often spoke by our savior to love one another.

Hate is a destroyer of all we hold most dear.
Forgiveness is the healing balm that overcomes hate and fear.

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Worry and Fear

I’ve been fretting over changes looming in the family. I don’t do well with change, whether it is good or bad changes. I like things just the way they are! My son and family (5 of my 6 grand kids) will be moving 3 1/2 hours away. In the grand scheme of things, this really is not a big problem, in fact, it is probably a blessing. But I can count thousands of questions, problems and fears, none of which I can quite get a ‘handle’ on. My feelings have all been turned up-side-down, and sorting them is really painful.

I lay in bed at night, awake.
I count the many ways
That life can deal a deadly blow,
And fear creeps in my mind, uninvited.
I search for ways to make things right,
But always come up short.
Sometimes solutions just aren’t clear,
And, hard as it can be,
I need to trust that God, in time,
Will make all right and clear.

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A Place of Endless Miracles

Busy, busy, busy. Life can be that way. There are so many things competing for our attention. It’s not enough to just try to choose what we think is good for us. There are too many things that are ‘good for us’. Days and weeks and months and years and decades can pass by, filled with a never-ending list of things we feel we need to do. I’m reminded of a painting done by Norman Rockwell. Pictured is a large cathedral placed on a busy street in a large city. The pastor is placing a theme/challenge to the congregation “Lift Up Thine Eyes”. But there are many people walking by the church, all of whom have their eyes down toward the ground. Busy, busy, busy. No one looks up to see the beautiful white doves flying skyward. I believe the painting is entitled “Look Up”. So, we too, are often to busy to pause and appreciate the wonderful gifts of God all around us. That’s what this poem is all about.

A place of endless miracles is here for all to see.
It’s found before life’s problems, and calls to you and me.
It lifts us on the wings of praise, beyond all earthly woe.
The key is simple: Gratitude within each humble soul.

In this world of man’s making, where pollution’s pride reigns king,
Where successes sirens call us to selfishness and greed,
Where lust reigns in vanity and sin steals our soul,
Help us be in, not of, that world where God’s truth doesn’t grow.

Help us each day to see God’s beauty that flows through each new dawn,
Unto eve, when stars appear as night comes rolling on.
The moon reflects the Son’s light over land, sky and sea.
Thank the lord for miracles. Please set our spirits free.

Only Grace is able to lift us up above.
Man’s inhumanity distracts us from God’s love.
Help us to truly see with eyes, ears, heart and mind.
Dear Lord, Show us Thy living miracles, so we will not be blind.

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Gold!

I’ve been enjoying watching the Rio Olympics; watching participants who wonder and hope that they are good enough to be awarded a medal. You see great joy and elation, and then you also see heart-breaking disappointment. Sometimes I find myself wanting to be able to reach out and give a hug and remind them that they are of great value and worth, even though they may have finished last in their competition. I can relate to a current tv ad that talks about how the human body has a trace amount of gold. Everyone has gold in them! I like that thought because I believe…no, I know that all of us are royalty because we are children of a Heavenly Father, who is King.

There’s gold that flows within our veins.
It makes us royalty.
Indeed, we’re children of a king–
Heirs of a kingdom heavenly.

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