Friday, October 31, 2014

Day 294, October 31


"When a man takes an oath... he's holding his own self in his own hands. Like water." ~ Robert Bolt

It frequently seems as though integrity is in short supply today.  The idea of honoring one's word is too often perceived as old-fashioned.  And isn't that sad?

At this election time of year, jokes are told about dishonest politicians.  As is true in many cases, the jokes have an element of truth as we hear politicians misrepresent themselves and the facts.  This is not exclusive to politicians, however.  Many of us are prey to the temptation to stretch the truth.  How refreshing it is to hear someone own up to a failing and not gloss it over.

Joy for today:  honoring ourselves and others with the truth.

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Day 293, October 30

Last Sunday, a young man leaving for a mission spoke in church.  We have known Parker since his parents moved to our ward 19 years ago.  (And doesn't that make me feel old?)

Parker spoke in simple but eloquent terms of his love for the Savior and his desire to teach the Gospel.  It was beautiful and touching and humbling and so much more.  I marvel at these young people--men and women--who sacrifice two years of their lives to serve others and the Lord.  They do so at their own expense.

At a time in life when many youth are planning for additional schooling, careers, marriage, they postpone these things to do as the Lord asks.

Joy for today:  standing in awe of a courageous and faithful young man.


Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Day 292, October 29

Last week, my husband and I voted (by mail).  We don't take this lightly.  We discussed the proposed amendments and the candidates.

There is much wrong in our country.  But there is much more right.  Sometimes we forget that.  Sometimes I forget that.  And then I listen to news stories of life in other countries and I remember how blessed we are, those of us fortunate enough to live in America.

We have the right to vote.  We have the right to dissent.  We have the right to make our voices heard.  We have the right to move from one state to another.  We have the right to worship as we see fit.

Joy for today:  being an American.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Day 291, October 28

I admit it:  I'm a softie when it comes to children.  Two days ago, I had the opportunity to watch the practice for our church's Primary Sacrament Meeting Program.  (Every year the congregations or wards in our church  hold a special program where the children present the songs and talks.)

Their sweet voices lifted in praise rival even those of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.  What these voices lack in training, they make up for in enthusiasm and love for the Savior.

Joy for today:  listening to the purity of children's voices.



Monday, October 27, 2014

Day 290, October 27


"In a world of such beauty as birds in flight, surely I can come to feel at home again, even after my loss." ~ Martha Whitmore Hickman

One of my favorite Primary songs talks of the beautiful world Heavenly Father created for His children.  Surely this time of year bursting with vibrant color is proof of the Father's love for us.  Why else would He have designed such beauty?

Still, when my heart is grieving, I have a difficult time remembering that.  When I question "Why?" I sometimes forget to look out the window.  When I do, I rejoice, not only in the reds and golds and greens but in the balance of the colors, each in perfect harmony with the other.

And I remember that my life, too, has balance.  When it seems that grief outweighs everything else, I look to that harmony in nature and feel a measure of my own restored.

Joy for today:  finding the Lord's harmony.


Sunday, October 26, 2014

Day 289, October 26

Yesterday, I blogged about fabrics and lives. Sometimes our fabric tears, tears so badly, in fact, that we fear it will disintegrate altogether.

When someone dies, there is a tear in the fabric.  Several friends and I have experienced the loss of loved ones in recent months.  My fabric ripped apart; indeed, I felt that my life had ripped apart.  How do we repair those tears?  For it is our job to re-weave the strands, to strengthen the fabric again.

By honoring the memory of your loved one; nurturing those memories by writing them down in your journal is one way. Creating a scrapbook of photos and journal entries could be another. Painting, drawing…however you can express the memories best. One of my ways is to tell stories about those who have passed on to the next life.  I love stories, especially humorous ones.  In telling these stories, I remind myself and others of that dear sister, mother, friend who has left us for a short while.

The strands are all there: to the memory nothing is ever lost." ~Eudora Welty

Joy for today: strengthening fabric, strenghtening memories, strengthening love.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Day 288, October 25


Do you remember the myth of the three fates?  They spin threads together, creating a beautiful fabric.  The fabric of our lives is composed of our relationships, those whose lives we have influenced, those who have infuenced our own.

Whether our fabric is  beautiful or ugly is largely determined by the kinds of relationships we have spun.  A life of greed and dishonesty will likely yield an uncomely fabric; a life of love and service will yield a fabric of untold beauty.

Joy for today:  spinning lives of beauty.