Reading My Father’s Scriptures


I picked up my father’s scriptures and gently thumbed through the pages.  He is gone and I saw them sitting on the shelf.

There was his name in faded, gold, capital letters on both books.  One, the Bible, King James version (my favorite too).  The other, the triple combination of the Book of Mormon, the Doctrine and Covenants, and the Pearl of Great Price.  Together these are the scriptures I have learned since my youth, studied as I grew, and loved all my life.

There are some bookmarks in them.  A card with the Old Testament chronology on it, several small pink slips of paper with scriptures and page numbers written on them in green or red ink – 3 Nephi 18:19-20 443, D&C 1:30 pg 3, D&C 88:14, 15, 16 166, and Moses 3:17 [no page number] – and a white slip, Moroni 10:32 531.

I notice a couple small paper clips on select pages, one holds a slip of paper with the generations from Adam to “Methusela oldest man” written in pencil for a lesson he taught sometime in his life.

Searching a little further I see scripture passages underlined, often in red, sometimes in green [funny, I use red, and blue :) ], and sections where there is a red X at the beginning of a passage and then a / at the end, i.e. D&C 9:3-14 “Be patient, my son, for it is wisdom in me…you must study it out in your mind; then you must ask me if it be right, and if it is right I will cause that your bosom shall burn within you; therefore, you shall feel that it is right.”

As I see the little markings throughout the scriptures, I can almost picture him studying a lesson that he will be teaching, marking a passage he heard in a class, or underlining a verse that touched his soul as he studied the scriptures on his own or with my mother.  It warms my heart to read these passages and feel the love and power of God come through to me also as I read them once more, this time realizing that they had special meaning to my father.

I find myself pondering not only on these things that were obviously important to my father, but contemplating also other things that were important to him as evidenced by the way things were left when he passed away, particularly in the garage where things were cleaned off (though now a bit dusty) before being put into the section where they belonged, painting, gardening, electrical, hand tools, power tools, the old radio we always stored in the basement, etc.

And I can’t help but wonder if everything was exactly as he wanted it, or if, like me, some things are simply where they were put down “for now”.  What will people think they know about me by the state of my possessions when I pass on?

Think I’ll go through some of them right now…

I Love George Washington!


Yes, I love George Washington!  And today being the birthday of the United States of America it is a fitting time to write about my admiration for our country’s first President.

So many things make George Washington worthy of note.

He is the father of our country.  He spent 45 years in service to our country.  He was our first President.  He could have been made King, but he refused to even consider such a thing, saying that we had just fought for our freedom from tyranny and we would never be subject to sovereignty again.  Not only that, but he stepped down as the General of the Army when the war was won.  Never before in the history of the world had such a thing happened.  Usually the army would take over the country when they fought off the enemy.  He did not allow the army to march on Congress to demand their back-pay and the other benefits owed them for their service to their fledgling country.  It would be wrong to do so.

Though he lost many battles, George Washington was a great general.  He worked with what he was given, molded and transformed it into a continental army and was able to defeat the British.  He never gave up; staying with it for 8 long and grueling years.  They faced incredible and impossible-to-imagine hardships.  Through it all he remained firm and steadfast in defense of his country, inspiring others to band together and do their part in the making of a new nation not only for them but for untold millions to follow.  It pleases me to no end that the United States keeps him as their top general no matter how many other generals may follow.

He was an honorable man.  Always looking to improve himself he developed a personal creed that he followed all the days of his life.  He was a deeply religious man, attending and participating in various churches regularly, asking for clergy involvement throughout the activities of his life, and praying daily for wisdom and help from the deity he knew and loved, particularly during his most trying circumstances.  Some claim he was not religious as he joined no particular group.  I believe he did not find the complete truth he was looking for, but never gave up searching and doing the best he could with what was available.

Another proof of his devotion to God was his great care in using the sacred name of deity.  Thus, he most often, and in fact very often, referred to God as “Providence”.  What a beautiful show of love and utmost respect!

Many of the negative things you hear about George Washington today are absolutely false, “fairy tales” conjured up to discredit him.

I admit that he owned slaves.  Owning slaves was something society did back then.  Looking down on him simply for owning slaves is akin to historians 200 years from now looking down on you simply because society today has succumbed to fear of religion and looks down on those who profess belief in God, rather than remaining enlightened and embracing religious freedom!  And like their looking down on us for our society’s becoming divisive, various groups splintering off and setting themselves apart from the whole simply based on their race, color, gender, nationality, class, religion, age, marital status, physical ability, or political affiliation!

Yes, I love George Washington!  I love the freedoms we enjoy today because of him and so many others like him who paid the price for the blessings we enjoy today.

Good Morning!


As I walked up to church today I passed someone coming out and said, “Good Morning!”

First he reciprocated, “Good morning,” but then, realizing it was past noon added, “Good afternoon.”

Good afternoon, I thought.  Doesn’t quite have the same ring as “Good Morning!”  Why do people have to say the exact, proper greeting?  What about something more generic, like the Germans do, “Guten Tag”?  It means Good Day, so you can say it anytime, morning, noon, evening.

“Good Day.”  No, it just isn’t the same.  It’s rather monochromatic.  “Good Morning!”  has a pleasant lilt to it.  It is friendly and upbeat.  It brightens the mood.  It fairly sings, “Have a wonderful day!”

Who cares what time of day it is.  I just saw you.  It is “morning” to us.

So, “Good Morning!”    :)

Resentment’s Pathology


Another blog I found very informative!  This is by Carrie Arnold of The Willow Group: http://www.willow-group.com

Tears, Or Why We Cry


A good friend of mine, Carrie Arnold, is a Leadership Coach wrote a blog that I’ve thought back about quite a bit since I read it.  With her permission I share it with you today:

You can find this article at http://www.willow-group.com/blog/-its-always-personal-and-why-we-cry

 

 

Bariatric + 3


He had a very busy couple of months, but its time for an update.  Things are going very well!

He is continuing to lose weight, and amazingly his energy is increasing!  Instead of being almost bed-ridden and suffering excruciatingly when trying to work on a project, he is able to do something nearly every day.  And it is quite a bit more than what he was able to do before the surgery.

Another blessing is that he recovers faster than he used to from working on those projects.  Whereas it used to be a day or more of needing to stay in bed to regain his strength and for the arthritis pain to subside after pushing himself for a couple of hours, he can now be active almost every day and takes a full day of rest only every few days.  It is amazing!

His arthritis pain seems to have calmed quite a bit, though it is not gone.  But his regular pain medication seems to be handling most of it.  His diabetes is much less severe (but still there), and it fluctuates more than it used to.  He is not totally on regular foods yet, but has introduced a few different items into his diet and seems to handle most pretty well.  He has eaten too much a couple times and the discomfort made him be more careful thereafter.

He is taking protein, vitamin, and calcium supplements, which is going well.  He had some real problems with constipation, but the more diversified diet and increased activity seem to be helping to regulate that problem.

He is not as tired during the day, and he is sleeping better at night.  All in all, I’d say for him it was a good choice to make.  It surprises me what a difference it has made for him, and that I’d ever say I’m glad someone underwent that procedure! :)

Fort Logan


It’s almost Memorial Day so we took a ride over to Fort Logan to pay our respects.

Fort Logan is a national military cemetery.  It is here that veterans are buried – veterans of the various branches of the military, of the different wars we have been engaged in, of varying ranks, and of a surprising array of religions – all buried side by side in orderly rows throughout the beautiful green rolling hillsides.

We step out of the car for a closer look.  It is chilly, the rain has paused, a slight breeze wafts through the many flags we can see from any angle.  There is a quiet reverence here.  It is hallowed ground.  These men and women served their country to help preserve the precious freedom so dearly paid for by those who came before them.  Many gave their lives in battle.  How does that scripture go?

“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:13.

Yet what does it mean for a man to lay down his life for those he does not even know?  The incredible sacrifice made by the men and women who serve their country in this way must be remembered by all.  We recipients of these great blessings, paid for by our ancestors, our countrymen, yea even by those with no ties to us whatsoever, would be wholly ungrateful were we to fail to think on these things and not strive all our lives to live the best we can!  We are a choice generation and owe a great debt to those who have gone before.

What can you do to show your gratitude for the price paid so dearly by those who have gone before?