Monday, July 28, 2014

Day 199, July 28

I found the following in my son Rob's blog:  

"'Belief gives you the power to achieve the extraordinary."--Chris Powell

 "For a long time I guess I have felt extra ordinary. I have always been fascinated by the word. How did the word come about? The absence of the space changes the word entirely. We all have the capacity to be extraordinary because we are sons and daughters of God. We have a divine destiny. But this blog is not about 'we' but about 'me.' I am a son of God. I have a divine destiny. I am born of a noble birthright. I have made covenants and will one day receive a whole slew of blessings. So today I am choosing to believe in me. I am going to believe me when I tell myself that I can do this."  (Robert Choate)

Can you see why I'm so proud of Rob?  I've told him that he should be the writer in the family.  His strength and perseverance continue to amaze me ... and to humble me.

Joy for today:  learning from a son.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Day 198, July 27

"When you see your own weaknesses more clearly, you are coming closer to the Savior."--Bruce C. Hafen

I don't know if I've quoted that exactly, but you get the idea.

Lately, I think I must be coming closer to the Savior because never have my weaknesses, my sins, my frailities been more clear.  I see them, I feel them, I taste them.

Perhaps the Savior thinks that I have grown cocky, arrogant, proud, so He is opening my eyes to my many shortcomings.  I don't know.  What I do know is that I have been awakened to things that need correcting.

Joy for today:  coming closer to the Savior, whatever route that may take.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Day 197, July 26

Have you seen the public service announcement on television showing a young boy at a piano concert?  The little boy "escapes" his parents and finds his way to the stage where a grand piano awaits.  To his parents' chagrin, he climbs up on the bench and beings playing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."

The featured pianist steps behind the boy, places his hands upon the piano, and says, "Don't quit.  Keep playing."  The master starts playing an accompaniment, an obligatto, his large hands surrounding the much smaller ones of the boy.

I imagine the Father telling me, "Don't quit.  Keep playing."  I like to think He is encouraging me, even when recognizing that my efforts are puny when compared to His.  I like to think of His arms surrounding me when I am tempted to give up.

Joy for today:  keeping playing.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Day 196, July 25

Yesterday I wrote of my pioneer ancestors, including my grandfather Don Carlos McBride.  Don Carlos was a remarkable man.  With his family, he worked a small farm in Pima, Arizona.  The Gila Valley was known for gila monsters, cacti, and a constant struggle for water.

When he was a husband and father of two small children, Don Carlos was called to serve a mission to Samoa.  Though this cost his family much sacrifice, his wife supported him.  He arrived in Samoa with only a few dollars.  He subsisted on grubs (a small shrimp like substance he found in the sand) but was determined to teach the Gospel to the people he quickly grew to love.   After he returned home, he and his wife had another child when again Don Carlos was called on a mission, once more to Samoa.

Shortly after he returned home for a second time, his wife died, leaving him alone with three small children to care for.  Don Carlos didn't give up, though.  He met the woman who would later become my grandmother, had six more children, and raised his family in righteousness.

Joy for today:  learning faith from those who have gone before.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Day 195, July 24

Today, July 24th, is Mormon Pioneer Day.  This  is a big day in Utah, a celebration rivaling and even excelling that of July 4th.  It was on this day in 1847 that the pioneers arrived in the Salt Lake Valley.

I am proud to claim pioneer ancestors.  A brief history:  The family of Thomas McBride, who was killed at the massacre of Hawn's Mill in Missouri, moved to Nauvoo, Illinois in the late 1830s.  Thomas's son James McBride later migrated to Utah with the body of the Saints.  There, he built a brick home in Santaquin.  Later, he and his family were called by the Prophet to settle the Gila Valley in Arizona.  Still later, his son (my grandfather) Don Carlos McBride was called to leave his wife and children to serve a mission, at his own expense, in Samoa.

With each call, the family responded in faith.  What a wonderful legacy they have left me and other members of my family.  When I am ready to give up, to say "I can't do this (whatever it is) any more, I remember this legacy of faith, courage, and service.

Joy for today:  remembering pioneer ancestors.