Radiant Tales: Life in the Fam.

19 September 2011

Life in the Fam.

This is Melanie's bed on Monday.

This is Melanie's bed on Tuesday.

:)

This is John and his faithful buddy Max. John has a secret passion for playing with castles.

And strollers. Yes, that is a dog he is pushing. A real dog mind you :)

One day Amanda didn't come out of the bathroom for at least twenty minutes. This is why.

This is Life at the dinner table, waiting for dad to come home.

Amanda = reading.

John = hungry.

Spencer = Spencer.

I love my family!

Wherever they may be.

In the past few days, I have been reminded of what Elder Worthlin said in his talk Come What May, and Love it.

He says, "Learn to laugh. Come what may, and love it."

My dear friends,

how much better your day becomes when you laugh. and smile. and giggle. and enjoy life.

Because

LIFE

IS

BeAuTiFuL.

And once in a while, it's nice to smell the roses

Don't be sad that some roses have thorns.

Rejoice that thorns have roses.

And they smell good. :)

I appologize for my brother's hand. It's one of his many talents

2 comments:

AnonymousSeptember 20, 2011 at 9:04 AM
This post made me insanely happy.

And I figured out I CAN follow you.

This also made me very happy.

I love you, ya 'ol chum!
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SunshineSeptember 20, 2011 at 10:20 PM
whoo! I was afraid you were going to say, "Actually, its my bed."

:)

welcome to the garden, buddy! you were actually here before, but now it's an electronic garden. if you get my drift . . .
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Do not pray for tasks equal to your abilities, but pray for abilities to equal your tasks.
Thomas S. Monson

Let the Scriptures be your guide and you will never find yourself traveling the road to nowhere.

Thomas S. Monson

The Touch of the Master's Hand

It was battered and scarred, And the auctioneer thought it hardly worth his while To waste his time on the old violin, but he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good people", he cried, "Who starts the bidding for me?" "One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?" "Two dollars, who makes it three?" "Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"

But, No, From the room far back a gray bearded man Came forward and picked up the bow, Then wiping the dust from the old violin And tightening up the strings, He played a melody, pure and sweet As sweet as the angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer With a voice that was quiet and low, Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?" As he held it aloft with its' bow.

"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?" "Two thousand, Who makes it three?" "Three thousand once, three thousand twice, Going and gone", said he.

The audience cheered, But some of them cried, "We just don't understand." "What changed its' worth?" Swift came the reply. "The Touch of the Masters Hand."

And many a man with life out of tune All battered with bourbon and gin Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd Much like that old violin

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine, A game and he travels on. He is going once, he is going twice, He is going and almost gone.

But the Master comes, And the foolish crowd never can quite understand, The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought By the Touch of the Masters' Hand.

Myra Brooks Welch