Sunday, July 31, 2011

Within my heart a welcome guest...

Abide with Me; ’Tis Eventide

 Abide with me; ’tis eventide.
The day is past and gone;
The shadows of the evening fall;
The night is coming on.
Within my heart a welcome guest,
Within my home abide.

O Savior, stay this night with me;
Behold, ’tis eventide.
O Savior, stay this night with me;
Behold, ’tis eventide.

 Abide with me; ’tis eventide.
Thy walk today with me
Has made my heart within me burn,
As I communed with thee.
Thy earnest words have filled my soul
And kept me near thy side.

 Abide with me; ’tis eventide,
And lone will be the night
If I cannot commune with thee
Nor find in thee my light.
The darkness of the world, I fear,
Would in my home abide.

Text: Lowrie M. Hofford
Music: Harrison Millard, 1830–1895

Luke 24:29-32

 29But they constrained him, saying, Abide with us: 
for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent. 
And he went in to tarry with them.
 30And it came to pass, as he sat at meat with them,
 he took bread, and blessed it, 
and brake, and gave to them.
 31And their eyes were opened, 
and they knew him; 
and he vanished out of their sight.
 32And they said one to another, 
Did not our aheart bburn within us, 
while he ctalked with us by the way,
 and while he opened to us the scriptures?

I testify, 
that I know my Savior lives.

I Feel My Savior's Love

I feel my Savior’s love
In all the world around me.
His Spirit warms my soul
Through ev’rything I see.
I feel my Savior’s love;
Its gentleness enfolds me,
And when I kneel to pray,
My heart is filled with peace.

 I feel my Savior’s love
And know that he will bless me.
I offer him my heart;
My shepherd he will be.

He knows I will follow him,
Give all my life to him.
I feel my Savior’s love,
The love he freely gives me.


Sunday, July 24, 2011

Our Blessings

Excerpts From a talk by President Thomas S. Monson
General Conference 2010
My brothers and sisters, do we remember to give thanks for the blessings we receive? Sincerely giving thanks not only helps us recognize our blessings, but it also unlocks the doors of heaven and helps us feel God’s love.
My beloved friend President Gordon B. Hinckley said, “When you walk with gratitude, you do not walk with arrogance and conceit and egotism, you walk with a spirit of thanksgiving that is becoming to you and will bless your lives.” 3
“Thou shalt thank the Lord thy God in all things. …
“And in nothing doth man offend God, or against none is his wrath kindled, save those who confess not his hand in all things.” 6
In the Book of Mormon we are told to “live in thanksgiving daily, for the many mercies and blessings which [God] doth bestow upon you.” 7
Regardless of our circumstances, each of us has much for which to be grateful if we will but pause and contemplate our blessings.
My brothers and sisters, to express gratitude is gracious and honorable, to enact gratitude is generous and noble, but to live with gratitude ever in our hearts is to touch heaven.

~ Anonymous

Come, Let Us Sing an Evening Hymn

Come, let us sing an evening hymn
To calm our minds for rest,
And each one try, with single eye,
To praise the Savior best.

Yea, let us sing a sacred song
To close the passing day,
With one accord call on the Lord
And ever watch and pray.

Oh, thank the Lord for grace and gifts
Renewed in latter days,
For truth and light to guide us right
In wisdom’s pleasant ways,

 For ev’ry line we have received
To turn our hearts above,
For ev’ry word and ev’ry good
That fill our souls with love.

 Oh, let us raise a holier strain
For blessings great as ours,
And be prepared while angels guard
Us through our slumb’ring hours.

Oh, may we sleep and wake in joy,
While life with us remains,
And then go home beyond the tomb,
Where peace forever reigns

Text: William W. Phelps, 1792–1872. 
Included in the first LDS hymnbook, 1835.
Music: Tracy Y. Cannon, 1879–1961

Collosians 3:  16-17

Let the aword of Christ dwell in you richly in all bwisdom;cteaching and admonishing one another in psalms and dhymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord.
 And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, ado all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving bthanks to God and the Father by him.

Sunday, July 17, 2011


Remember This: Kindness Begins with Me”


First Counselor in the Young Women General Presidency

"Benevolence can bring joy 
and unity to your home, 
your class, your ward, 
and your school."

"A counselor in a bishopric recently shared an 
experience that teaches how important each neighbor is. 
While looking out over the congregation, he saw a child with
 a large box of crayons filled with a variety of different hues. 
As he looked at the many members of his ward, he was
 reminded that, like the crayons, they were very similar 
but each person was also very unique.
He remarked: “The shade they brought to 
the ward and the world was all their own. … 
They had their individual strengths and weaknesses, 
personal longings, private dreams. But together, 
they blended into a color wheel of spiritual unity. …
“Unity is a spiritual quality. It’s the sweet feelings of 
peace and purpose that come from belonging to a family. … I
t’s wanting the best for others as much as you want it for yourself. … It’s knowing that no one is out to harm you.

 [It means you will never be lonely.]”6
We build that unity and share our unique colors 
through benevolence: individual acts of kindness.
Have you ever felt lonely? Do you notice those who 
are lonely, living in a black-and-white world? 
Young women, I’ve watched as you bring your
 unique color into the lives of others with your smiles, 
your kind words, or a note of encouragement.
President Thomas S. Monson taught us how
 to interact with our peers and everyone we meet 
when he told the young women of the Church,
 “My precious young sisters, I plead with you to 
have the courage to refrain from judging and
 criticizing those around you, as well as the 
courage to make certain everyone is included 
and feels loved and valued.”7"

The most important thing in life is
to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.

-Mary Schwartz