Sunday, December 19, 2010

What Shall We Give?

"For God so loved the world,
that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him should not perish,
but have everlasting life."

Because I Have Been Given Much

was written by Grace Noll Crowell.

Because I have been given much, I too must give.

Because of thy great bounty, Lord each day I live.

I shall divide my gifts from thee with every brother that I see,

who has the need of help from me.

Because I have been sheltered, fed by thy good care…

I cannot see another’s lack and I not share-

my glowing fire, my loaf of bread-my roof’s safe shelter over head,

that he too may be comforted.

Because I have been blessed by thy great love dear Lord,

I’ll share thy love again according to thy word.

I shall give love to those in need. I’ll show that love by word and deed,

thus shall my thanks be thanks indeed.

If you have much, give of your wealth; If you have little, give of your heart

Arab Proverb

If you wish to experience peace, provide peace for another.

Tenzin Gyatso, The 14th Dalai Lama

My grandmother's china.

I was the recipient of some of my grandmother's china.

I didn't know my grandma, as she passed away

before I was born.

But, I am very familiar with her china.

My mother served many holiday meals

on these plates, in these bowls, upon these platters.

I feel warm and happy every time I look at these dishes.

She gave of her talents


Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.

Little did my grandma know how

celebrated her china would be,

how my mother would make them a symbol of service.

The love and sacrifice

served upon these dishes

makes me think of the Savior,

and his gifts to us.

No thought of his own work,

abundant sacrifice

served with love.

I am so grateful to have been raised

with this knowledge in my life.

A blessed Christmas to you all.

May you feel the gifts of Christmas.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Our Savior is Born

Still, Still, Still

Still, still, still,
One can hear the falling snow.
For all is hushed,
The world is sleeping,
Holy Star its vigil keeping.
Still, still, still,
One can hear the falling snow.

Sleep, sleep, sleep,
'Tis the eve of our Saviour's birth.
The night is peaceful all around you,
Close your eyes,
Let sleep surround you.
Sleep, sleep, sleep,
'Tis the eve of our Saviour's birth.

Dream, dream, dream,
Of the joyous day to come.
While guardian angels without number,
Watch you as you sweetly slumber.
Dream, dream, dream,
Of the joyous day to come.

Luke Chapter 2

8And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field,

keeping watch over their flock by night.

9And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them,

and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

10And the angel said unto them, Fear not:

for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

11For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour,

which is Christ the Lord.

12And this shall be a sign unto you;

Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

13And suddenly there was with the angel

a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,

14Glory to God in the highest,

and on earth peace,

good will toward men.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Celebration of Autumn

Autumn Fires
Robert Louis Stevenson (from A Child’s Garden of Verses, 1913)
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In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over
And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
The gray smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
Fires in the fall!

Autumn Days by Estelle White:

Autumn days, when the grass is jewelled
And the silk in a chestnut shell
Jet planes meeting in the air to be refuelled
All these things I love so well

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget
To say a great big thank you
No, I mustn’t forget.

Clouds that look like familiar faces
And winter’s moon with frosted rings
Smell of bacon as I fasten up my laces
And the milkman sings.

Whipped–up spray that is rainbow–scattered
And a swallow curving in the sky
Shoes go comfy though they’re worn out and they’re battered
And the taste of apple pie.

Scent of gardens when the rain’s been falling
And a minnow darting down a stream
Picked–up engine that’s been stuttering and stalling
And a win for my home team.

So I mustn’t forget
No, I mustn’t forget
To say a great big thank you
No, I mustn’t forget.

A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.
Anais Nin

Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime.
Martin Luther

Saturday, October 2, 2010


Open your eye that you may see
The beauty that around you lies,
The misty loveliness of the dawn,
The glowing colors of the skies;
The Child's bright eager eyes of blue,
The gnarled and wrinkled face of age,
The bird with crimson on his wing
Whose spirit never knew a cage;
The roadsides blooming goldenrod
So brave through summer's wind and heat,
The brook that rushes to the sea
With courage that naught may defeat.

Open your eyes that you may see
The wonder that around you lies;
It will enrich your every day
And make you glad and kind and wise.
- Emma Boge Whisenand, Open Your Eyes

What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise.

- Oscar Wilde

When I hear somebody sigh, "Life is hard,"

I am always tempted to ask, "Compared to what?"

- Sydney J. Harris

A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity;

an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.

- Winston Churchill

There has been much tragedy in my life;

at least half of it actually happened.

- Mark Twain

Sunday, September 26, 2010

There is Hope

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Never Lose Hope


“My message to you today, my brothers and sisters, is simply this: the Lord is in control. He knows the end from the beginning. He has given us adequate instruction that, if followed, will see us safely through any crisis. His purposes will be fulfilled, and someday we will understand the eternal reasons for all of these events. Therefore, today we must be careful to not overreact, nor should we be caught up in extreme preparations; but what we must do is keep the commandments of God and never lose hope!”

M. Russell Ballard, “The Joy of Hope Fulfilled,” Ensign, Nov. 1992, 31

Our Savior’s Love

Our Savior’s love

Shines like the sun with perfect light,

As from above
It breaks thru clouds of strife.
Lighting our way,
It leads us back into his sight,
Where we may stay
To share eternal life.

The Spirit, voice
Of goodness, whispers to our hearts
A better choice
Than evil’s anguished cries.
Loud may the sound
Of hope ring till all doubt departs,
And we are bound
To him by loving ties.

Our Father, God
Of all creation, hear us pray
In rev’rence, awed
By thy Son’s sacrifice.
Praises we sing.
We love thy law; we will obey.
Our heav’nly King,
In thee our hearts rejoice.

Text: Edward L. Hart, b. 1916. © 1977 IRI

Music: Crawford Gates, b. 1921. © 1977 IRI

Hope is faith

holding out its hand in the dark.

~George Iles

Expect to have hope rekindled.

Expect your prayers to be answered in

wondrous ways.

The dry seasons of life do not last.

The spring rains will come again.

~Sarah Breathnach

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Sunday, May 30, 2010

Earth with Her Ten Thousand Flowers

Book of Moses

Chapter 6:63
And behold, all things have their likeness, and all things are created and made to bear record of me, both things which are temporal, and things which are spiritual; things which are in the heavens above, and things which are on the earth, and things which are in the earth, and things which are under the earth, both above and beneath: all things bear record of me.

God Is Love

Earth, with her ten thousand flow’rs,
Air, with all its beams and show’rs,
Heaven’s infinite expanse,
Sea’s resplendent countenance—
All around and all above
Bear this record: God is love.

Sounds among the vales and hills,
In the woods and by the rills,
Of the breeze and of the bird,
By the gentle murmur stirred—
Sacred songs, beneath, above,
Have one chorus: God is love.

All the hopes that sweetly start
From the fountain of the heart,
All the bliss that ever comes
To our earthly human homes,
All the voices from above
Sweetly whisper: God is love.

Text: Thomas R. Taylor, 1807–1835

Music: Thomas C. Griggs, 1845–1903

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Treasures and Gifts

I am so grateful for the gifts that my family and friends have shared with me.
I am not talking about gifts in the sense of possessions.
I am talking about gifts of their selves.

Kathleen, her pure, sweet sweet generous spirit, love and example
Judy, her teaching me to have joy amidst sorrow
Nancy, her humor and laughter amidst life's turmoil
Vickie, her ability to do good and strive for the Spirit in her life
Ann, the example of her personal relationship with Heavenly Father
Angie, her strength to press on in happiness despite tough situations

These gifts I treasure.
These sisters I treasure.