Thanks again to great friends and associates who continue to send me lots of "GOOD STUFF!"
"You
cannot today remotely imagine what that decision to be unwaveringly obedient to
the Lord will allow you to accomplish in life. Your quiet, uncompromising
determination to live a righteous life will couple you to inspiration and power
beyond your capacity now to understand."
Elder Richard G. Scott
Elder Richard G. Scott
Awesome
Joseph Smith Quote about gathering places
“For
without Zion, and a place of deliverance, we must fall; because the time
is near when the sun will be darkened, and the moon turn to blood, and the stars
fall from the heaven, and the earth reel to and fro. Then, if this is the case,
and if we are not sanctified and gathered to the places God has
appointed, with all our former professions and our great love for the Bible,
we must fall; we cannot stand; we cannot be saved; for God will gather out
his Saints from the Gentiles, and then comes desolation and destruction, and
none can escape except the pure in heart who are gathered.” (Joseph
Smith, Teachings of the Prophet Joseph Smith, selected and arranged by Joseph
Fielding Smith, p.70)
This reminds me of 1 Nephi 17:38 And he leadeth away the righteous into precious lands, and the wicked he destroyeth, and curseth the land unto them for their sakes.
This reminds me of 1 Nephi 17:38 And he leadeth away the righteous into precious lands, and the wicked he destroyeth, and curseth the land unto them for their sakes.
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Hi friends and family,
This is a tearjerker, but a good one to read.
Bonnie
THE OLD PHONE THIS WAS ONE OF THE 'GOOD OLD DAYS' WHEN PEOPLE REALLY CARED ABOUT EACH OTHER
When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was 'Information Please' and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my
Mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but
there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.
I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving
at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the
Parlor and dragged it to the landing climbing up; I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear.
'Information, please,' I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A
click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
'Information.'
'I hurt my finger,' I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily
enough now that I had an audience.
'Isn't your mother home?' came the question.
'Nobody's home but me,' I blubbered.
'Are you bleeding?' the voice asked.
'No,' I replied. 'I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.'
'Can you open the icebox?' she asked.
I said I could.
'Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,' said
the voice.
After that, I called 'Information Please' for everything. I asked her
for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She
helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught
in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called,
'Information Please,' and told her the sad story. She listened, and
then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not
consoled. I asked her, 'Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully
and bring Joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on
the bottom of a cage?'
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, ' Tommy
always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.'
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, 'Information Please.'
'Information,' said in the now familiar voice.
'How do I spell fix?' I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I
was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my
friend very much. 'Information Please' belonged in that old wooden box
back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone
that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the
memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.
Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene
sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient,
understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in
Seattle I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15
minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then
without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown Operator and
said, 'Information Please.'
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
'Information.'
I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, 'Could you please
tell me how to spell fix?'
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, 'I guess your
finger must have healed by now.'
I laughed, 'So it's really you,' I said. 'I wonder if you have any idea
how much you meant to me during that time?'
'I wonder,' she said, 'if you know how much your call meant to me. I
never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.'
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if
I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
'Please do,' she said.. 'Just ask for Sally.'
Three months later I was back in Seattle a different voice
answered: Information.' I asked for Sally.
'Are you a friend?' she said.
'Yes, a very old friend,' I answered.
'I'm sorry to have to tell you this,' she said. 'Sally had been working
part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks
ago.'
Before I could hang up she said, 'Wait a minute, did you say your name
was Tommy?
'Yes.' I answered.
'Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you
called. Let me read it to you.' The note said, 'Tell him there are
other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean.'
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.
Whose life have you touched today?
Lifting you on eagle's wings. May you find the joy and peace you long
for.
Life is a journey ... NOT a guided tour. So don't miss the ride and
have a great time going around. You don't get a second shot at it.
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3. No scandals or skeletons in his closet. (How boring is that?)4. Can't speak in a fake, southern, "black preacher voice" when necessary.5. Highly intelligent. Graduated cum laude from both Harvard Law School and Harvard Business School...and by the way, his academic records are NOT sealed.
6. Doesn't smoke or drink alcohol, and has never done drugs, not even in the counter-culture age when he went to college. Too square for today's America?
7. Represents an America of "yesterday", where people believed in God, went to Church, didn't screw around, worked hard, and became a SUCCESS!8. Has a family of five great sons....and none of them have police records or are in drug rehab. But of course, they were raised by a stay-at-home mom, and that "choice" deserves America's scorn.9. Oh yes.....he's a MORMON. We need to be very afraid of that very strange religion that teaches its members to be clean-living, patriotic, fiscally conservative, charitable, self-reliant, and honest.
10. And one more point.....pundits say because of his wealth, he can't relate to ordinary Americans. I guess that's because he made that money HIMSELF.....as opposed to marrying it or inheriting it from Dad. Apparently, he didn't understand that actually working at a job and earning your own money made you unrelatable to Americans
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