Bev Psalm 16: Hard Becomes Holy

Stand still, and know that I am.

In that stillness hear His Voice;

it beckons, Come Follow Me.

Do as I do.

Create beauty that bears witness

of His divinity.

Live lives waiting upon the Lord.

His timing, His will be done.

The light of God and His Son

is constant, unchanging, immovable.

His eye is on the sparrow.

Your voice does matter.

sing your unique song and

share your gifts and talents.

The Lord will guide you.

In times of loss, He compensates the faithful.

for every tear we shed today,

He adds upon us hundredfold

tears of joy, rejoicing and gratitude.

A prophet has seen it.

The Lord Almighty will make up those losses

to you in the resurrection.

Therefore, remain faithful.

The fire of refinement is hot.

Molten silver without dross

reflects like a mirror, the refiner’s image.

Is his image in your countenance?

Have you chosen Him in your refining fire?

Hard times can be a Holy Season.

Do you choose to do hard alone?

That is your choice.

Choose to do hard with Jesus

within temple walls, and you’ll find access to

His healing, strengthening power.

In the midst of the Refiner’s fire, with bodies

aging and diseased, trust in the Lord’s timing.

Draw close to God. Call upon the Father and

the Son, walk with them in Spirit, day by day.

They will show their fidelity to you.

Come to truly know them and you will

come to know yourself.

Be full of charity and empathy.

Proffer spiritual refreshment to others, serve well.

Let us be Holy women.

Live on the sunny side of the street as we

focus on Jesus Christ.

Fear not, doubt not, being faithful in all things.

We repair the spiritual health of our spirit

to meet God, and when we do this,

Hard becomes holy.

 

 

Bev Psalm 15 The Biggest Miracle: Peace of Mind

 

Columbia River Washington Temple

That’s where it all began.

It started years ago

 As a little family group,

Everyone helping one another.

It slowly grew from 12 to an

“I can’t imagine it” 78!

They focus on Christ

Creating eternal families.

Our world view expanded.

“Look what we can do!”

Before school, after school

Large groups of youth

Gather at the font of living waters.

Day and night, long lines

Diminish, as one by one

They accompany an ancestor.

Joining hands in a mighty

Chain that cannot be broken.

That bond with real people

To whom we owe our existence.

As we serve them, they are healed.

We learn their circumstances

Find their lives of labor and

From them we learn who we are

And where we came from.

Blessed now with a clear vision

Of where we are going.

That is the biggest miracle

Peace of Mind 

Bev Psalm 11RootsTech2026: Four Disciples Teach

Four Elders in Zion conduct a roundtable.

They testify of uniting families that

Bind us and our family to the Savior.

It is “One Work”: Missionary and Temple.

Mark, Jorge, Massimo and Scott

Tell us these messages:

Focus on Christ

Keep it Simple

Read the Handbook

Use Family Assist

Get new members to the temple immediately

It builds a firm foundation and testimony.

This work is lead by the Lord.

He guides His Apostles who oversee the details.

Let us say, “accompany your ancestor,”

Rather than “take a name.”

We plant family trees in the wilderness of cyberspace.

From nations around the world, Isaiah saw our day.

The trees in the desert are watered with living streams

Flowing out of the temple.

We are fishers of men. Let’s mend the net!

Become hunters of the scattered

From every mountain and hill.

Find them in the hidden records with full text translation.

AI was created by the Lord’s inspiration to gather

His children from all four corners of the world.

The youth of today were born for this era of technology.

They hunt them from under the rocks,

Tombstones captured digitally.

Fishers and Hunters bringing forth hidden records to view.

Today, we gather “TOGETHER” all things in Christ.

We are anxiously engaged and

bring to pass much righteousness.

Even DNA discoveries are part of His plan.

The Lord is doing it! He is in the details

Building the Tree of Humanity

Binding families on earth and in heaven.

We are His children, these Four Elders testify,

In His sacred name, Jesus Christ, the

Son of the Most High God. Amen.

 

Bev Psalm 10 RootsTech2026: Reflections on Death

 Grandmother hands clasp little fingers

She knows the stories behind the facts

The ones found between the dates 

Of birth and death on the headstones.

Honor her. Read and search the stories

In probate records and newspapers

From around the world.

Dig deep, look between the lines

There are stories in those spaces.

Names of children and their spouses.

Occupations, farmer to wealthy merchant.

Dates of earliest records to final

Distribution trace their lives,

Places, neighbors, and migration.

Happy moments filled with joy.

Moments frightening, imprisonment.

Scoundrel or man of his circumstances?

Dig deeper, yes, deeper!

Follow the leads in black and white.

Ancestor’s lives emerge and we see

A full picture of what one day

We might be

Those stories preserved for eternity.

Bob's Psalm

 

Ancestors

They speak to us through wills,

And birth certificates, journals

And marriage licenses,

To tell us what they did and how they lived,

Of how they fought in wars and revolutions,

Or stayed at home and raised

Their crops of corn and children

 

As we search and find the documents

That tell of great events and small,

Our eyes of love clothe these words

On dry and dusty paper with living flesh.

On imagination’s stage they dart about

With the burning energy of youth,

Or limp along on tired legs

Of pioneers who near their journey’s end.

 

I knew you not, but now I know you.

Your blood is mine, your struggles gave me life.

Had you not been, I would not be.

And as I resurrect the past

Through microfilm, CD and book,

I only pray that some day one will say

Of me, I knew him not, but I am proud

To have his genes within, making me

A little bit like him.

 2005 Robert E. Field

 

Bev Psalm 9 RootsTech2026: What I've learned today about Empathy

Is it DNA or Random Family Traits,

Culture or Circumstances?

Marlee Matlin has really got me thinking.

Now I am going to read census records with empathy.

I told a friend who is doing a one -place study

to be sure to extract that sanitorium/hospital.

But did I look for those gaps...

The silence in the records?

I've always tried to find the missing children

when there was a gap.

But Intentional Inclusion has opened my eyes.

What exactly did my family pass on 

from generation to generation that was

kept in SILENCE?

Bev Psalm 9 RootsTech2026: "Together" Part of a Team Effort

What's New on FamilySearch

 

I never considered myself to be an archivist,

but I am a record custodian in this

Soccer team Parable.

I'm not a professional historian,

but I am a memory keeper.

In 2010 I was a Census worker,

and Boy, have I taken photographs!

A digitizer, I'm not.

I've been a friend to Industry friends,

and my friends think I'm a genealogist.

Today at the "What's new at FamilySearch"

I learned that my old family letters,

my journals, all those photographs 

that I am custodian for,

From my mom and dad, now gone;

and my husbands mom and dad;

Add MY photos of life in California,

Tennessee, Arkansas, Kwajelein,

Guadalajara, Mexico and now at home

in Tucson, Arizona

What do I have: Stewardship over a 

massive collection hidden from view!

Today I learned that by sharing these

on FamilySeach I'll be forming a worldwide

collaboration with descendants of 

Generations past, users today and

Future generations to come.

And guess what?

The Era of Artificial Intelligence has

joined the team!

Now I REALLY have to run to keep up

With Technology, and New changes.

My normal research and documentation

procedures and worksheets will look

different. Am I up to This?

Yes, to guided merge integrity

Yes, to patron's interface with AI

Yes, to full AI text translation

Yes, to Collaborations with relatives

There is more coming from Labs to

excite and help this team effort,

Yes, we can do it

TOGETHER.

  

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Many LDS Women Share the Gift of Writing Psalms

 God inspired me to write Psalms.

He asked my friend Sharon to write, too.

We come from a long line of LDS women

who write about their relationship with

Jesus Christ and His gospel.

They share with their friends but also

with the world.

Here is a quote written on a wooden plaque

found on a tree at Adam-Ondi-Ahman:

Eliza R. Snow

1804 - 1887

I will go forward...

I will smile at the rage of the tempest,

And ride fearlessly and triumphantly

Across the boisterous ocean of circumstance...

And 'the Testimony of Jesus' will light the lamp

that will guide my vision through the portals

Of immortality, and communicate my

Understanding the glories of the Celestial Kingdom.

 

ROOTSTECH2026

 

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Bev’s Psalm 8 : A Bee’s Eye View

 

An eternal perspective hovers

outside at the edge of my thoughts.

Clear at times, but cloudy most days.

What do they say?

Partly cloudy with a twenty percent chance of rain?

Rise above the clouds and it’s sunshine.

Into each life a little rain must fall.

Clouds are necessary for rain.

Why rain, God?

“Well, my little Bee,

there would be no flowers for you to pollinate.”

God’s eternal overview of our lives

Is how miracles occur.

Going from flower to flower, gathering nectar,

And passing little particles of pollen

To germinate long after you are gone

And blossoms become mature fruit

And the bee goes happily along in the sunshine,

Blissfully unaware of the miracle

She’s created, savoring the joy of delicious nectar

And her end result, sweet drops of honey.

BEE is not always aware how her actions

Affect others.

Every once in a while, retrospectively,

A blind bump throws another off course.

Then, surprise! They share a piece of gratitude

Showing appreciation for the BEE.

That’s the sweet drop of honey that

Like Dew, drops from heaven

Into an otherwise lonely life.

Bev's Psalm 7: Alone

 Long Ago Memories stir me to Action!

Sitting alone with tears nearby. 

Living in a log cabin in a wilderness

Grandparents raised crops and children.

Seeing me in a Picture Rocks rental, where

My only wilderness was Cyberspace, it's

Not too different now twelve years later,

Still alone in widowhood,

Pondering about bearing babe's as purpose

Like my ancestor's did, but I did not.

Knowing my role as a Savior on Mt. Zion

Gathering families together for eternity,

Peace descends and quiets the loneliness

I'm in the right place, at the right time

With the right skills and digital knowledge

My destiny to fulfill.

Bev’s Psalm 6

 

“Eclipse”

God’s amazing creations displayed in heaven above

But few there’ll be that see His marvels that we love.

The wise Architect of the universe placed earth perfectly.

The Sun warms our days and the nights are cool.

To rule the night He created the moon

Distance, orbit, size designed exact.

The orb’s obeyed. God declared “it was good.”

Tonight saw harmony as the shadow of the moon

Passed over earth for men to see a ring of fire

But where, you ask is best to view?

Antarctica!

So, few will see God’s majesty,

This annular solar eclipse.

Men now are gathering in, the wise and kind.

The naturally sensitive and spiritually attuned.

You are those prepared and preserved for this moment in time.

Let not the evil shadow fall upon your earthly life,

Ye children of light, prepare the world and all nations

to welcome Him at His second coming

Let not that shadow eclipse His Son.

 

 

  

Bev Psalm 5: Word's Matter

 Insights About Words from God, Important Words, Revelatory Words:

God revealed to Joseph Smith, clarifications in four Psalms.

Numbers eleven, fourteen, twenty-four, and one hundred-nine.

If this was important to God, they are scripture.

They must be studied, understood and quoted correctly.

There is wisdom in every stanza of the book of Psalms.

Woe, that I ever thought these were things of naught.

God's revelatory word to me on December 26th was

To write Psalms: Bev's Psalms.

He is asking me to use, improve my talents, 

My relationships, even my experiences from my life,

To make a contribution to His Kingdom upon the earth.

Everyone is important; anyone who believes in Him

And wants to help, can participate in their own way.

Here, in the world-wide reach of digital influence,

God has placed me in a specific orbit to reach out, touch.

My circle of friends and family can broaden into "One Work".

Writing lyric poems for the past fifteen years began by 

Using Mind Maps at my husband's suggestion.

It jump-started my learning that I could actually write.

My Princeton taught, English expert, husband intimidated me.

An art major creates with pictures.

But one day he said, "You write better Lyric Poems,

Than I write classic poetry."

Twelve years have passed since my grammar correcting,

Proofreading covenant partner passed through the veil.

Now is the time from me to write again, as God has asked.

This time I write as a disciple of Christ, to help prepare

A people for His Second Coming.  

My Husband, Bob's, Poem to Me in 1978

In Defense of Poetry

My love, I know it must seem strange to hear

The cadence of Elizabethan times

Spring from the pen of one who all his life

Has only known the dry and juiceless, jangling

Rhythms of the speech of modern men.

Yet now my words do seem to tumble forth

And shape themselves, sans effort on my part,

Into the meter of th’ immortal Bard,

And seek, thereby, to tempt you into being

My Juliet, despite the barriers

Of space and time, that, cruelly, do keep

Us from that loving union, which beyond

All doubt, is our eternal destiny.

Such thoughts as these, born fresh and tender from

The heart, as from a womb, would wrap themselves

Inside the warmth of verse, and shun the cooler

Garb of dull and lifeless prose. So true

Is this that I am sure Love’s Architect

Could never build more than a humble hut

Without the varied instruments of verse.

It is not mere chance that all the sweetest

Tales of love that have been handed down to us,

That give us glimpses of the ecstasy

That only lovers know, are told in words

That sing and dance, that burn inside our minds

With fire and smoke and heat, that only the wet

And wintry depths of silent death can quench.

The poets do pluck the harpstrings of our hearts with

Wondrous skill, and all of us, drab creatures

That we are, starved for the manna that only

Beauty from the heavens can distill,

Do yield the secret music of our beings

To their artistry.

So, is it now so very strange that I,

In seeking to give voice to thoughts and feelings

That fall not lightly from the lips, should turn

To verse and try to strum the lyre of poetry?

“My love for you is like a rosebud that,

Responding to the juice of life that flows

Into it from the roots below, sunk deep

Into the dark and fertile soil of care,

Has just begun to swell with joy and open

Up it’s soft and tender petals to

The glowing light of heaven; fearful of

The heat and brightness of the day, that have

The pow’r to scorch and shrivel, unless there is

A ceaseless stream of nourishment, but yet

Determined still to reach it’s full fruition

In the splendor of a full-grown rose, that’s

Bared at last to wind and sun and rain

Mature and strong, and sharing with the world

A beauty that a fear of life and pain

Could have forever hid.”

----Robert E. Field, 5 Sept 1978

 

Bev's Poem to Her Husband

Written in 2011 in Response to His Poem to Her in1978 

The Scales of Eternity

Our differences are like the two sides of a scale.

We balance each other,

We Compliment each other and strive to be

found weighing in on weightier matters.

Another scale tells a tale that you’ve trimmed 

your waist while

Your love and duty to your ancestors spiritual

progression has grown heavier.

We sit in tandem at work on our generations,

you have caught the Spirit of Elijah and

Find joy in linking your generations together.

This delights my soul with sonorous music.

Although you no longer sing to me, your rhythm

comforts me.

You are my metronome.

The Melodies of our lives have become sweeter in 

these last years of our mortality.

The Priesthood distills on your life as you give

quiet service as ward mission leader.

Your service to others, the pure love of Christ, is the

splendor of a full-grown rose.

You so improve my life by your love and kind 

words of encouragement each day,

Helping me, lifting me, lending your arm to

support me as we walk life’s path

Humming a tune of togetherness.

Our love does blossom like a rose whose full

face turns towards the light of the gospel.

Together, arm in arm, we face eternity

knowing that with God’s grace we can

Prepare a kingdom that can not fail .

Angels sing with joy at our success.

Our differences have become our strengths because of

your patience and love.

We are one continuous whole whose parts have 

Created a eternal symphony.

--To Bob from Bev, Happy Valentine’s Day 2011

Note: read at his burial 23 Aug 2012

Bev Psalm 4: The Wilderness Pause

I think I am in a Hagar moment

I've run away into the wilderness.

I struggle with the task God's given me.

My self-doubt faces me in the mirror.

How can I do this?

I want to obey;

I want to do what God asks.

I write today in cyberspace.

11 I and me words precede.

Doubt no more!

Rely on Christ; seek to know,

"What now, Lord?"

 

Bev Psalm 3: Why this Date Really Matters

 In WWII after a 10 day Battle, the Allies sent the Germans into retreat on February 25, 1944. It was called the Battle of the Bulge, the largest and deadliest battle of the war. The losses were great.

We came to earth to receive a body, learning lessons in this millisecond of mortality.

The scales of eternity balance our body's cravings with our body as a temple.

Bev's battle of the bulge, waged over a lifetime of poor decisions, is the final feat of enduring to the end.

Note that I said "feat" not "defeat" as the war winds down, I see my battle is shared with millions in America.

Obesity is the not just a personal battle, but is a cultural one, too.

The slip into fast food, over the counter quick meals and sedentary lifestyles has taken its toll.  

I want to share my winning strategies.

Now is the time to weigh in on weighty matters.

We are told to understand ourself because we are made in God's image.

We cannot battle the bulge alone. Our family must unite in this goal.

Therefore, each family member must write down their strengths and weaknesses.

List what are your comfort foods: salty, crunchy, chocolate, fruits, sweets, certain flavors, etc.

Determine what is time of day when you overeat, snack or eat when you're not hungry.

How are you feeling when you have a craving for something? Stress, boredom, sadness, habit, pain?

Do you overeat because of social situations, such as potlucks, birthday parties or friends?

Write down your current age, weight, height and blood pressure.

Then find out what the doctor recommended weight for your age and height is.

Each person should have a "Food Log" to write down every bite and drink that goes into your mouth.

After a week or so, then begin logging sodium mg, calorie, and carbohydrate mg by each item.

This means you must look on the can, bottle or package for ONE serving.

Shop wisely, buying lowest foods/drinks in each category.

Family's can keep a poster of various foods and what is in a serving, to aid keeping logs.

REMEMBER: IF YOU BUY IT, YOU'LL EAT IT!

Be honest and help one another with weakness. Be forgiving, but repent and start again.

You will be hungry until your stomach shrinks. It won't happen overnight. Be patient.

Healthy family food choices, saves lives in the long run.

New habits win the Battle of the Bulge with great "losses" in pounds.

Walk more, exercise more, have fund doing family "activities."

I testify these strategies work! 330 to 255 and maintaining. I am winning the battle.

Bev Psalm 2: Dates Matter

 The Anniversary of Receiving My Patriarchal Blessing

Beverly Elaine is my name.

Ephraim's promised blessings proclaimed.

Verily, my gifts, talents and purpose

Exposed from darkness, to the light of known.

Reveals an open-ended Heavenly Tutorial,

Loving guidance, understanding Who I really Am.

You are cherished, a blessed being of light.

Eternal in nature, on earth for a brief moment.

Look unto Christ in all your thoughts, Walk with Him.

Abraham quoted here, reminds me, "Will

I do as God Commands?

Never give up, be aware, seek knowledge and obey.

Elect of the Lord, ascending up to exaltation.

Bev's Psalm 1 "The Greatest Gift of All"

 In Tennessee, memories of stark tall trees, glistening snow, toy reindeer and shivering child, born December twenty-five.

In Arizona, remember the desert, favored cowboy hat, denim jeans, red boots made for walking, growing up with family and friends?

Remember O Remember, long, long ago on Judea’s plains, another child was born that day. God’s gift to mankind who lived, taught, healed and walked humbly, obediently and willingly.

He ministered to the poor and needy, sick and afflicted, blessing as he went. Then walking the sands of time, he gave the greatest gift of all, His life, that we might live with Heavenly Father again.

Unlocking the Secrets in My Personal Liahona

Fifteen years ago I started this blog. Why? 

The Bee goes from flower to flower collecting pollen, and while doing this, helps produce fruit. This is my goal. The study of my patricarchal blessing has produced abundant fruit in  my own life. 

I want to share the benefits of studying your patriarchal blessing more often and deep diving into it, recognizing it as your own personal scripture or "Liahona". I am not an accomplished writer, but want to share my insights with my fellow associates and friends. It is your own personal Liahona.  Over the many years after receiving mine, I've drawn closer to Jesus Christ and received daily revelations to guide my life.

On December 28th, one of those came "bursting" through the veil. God asked me to start writing Bev's Psalms. Oh, my goodness! "But, I'm not a writer!" I said. Then came the command, "Just DO it." The 2026 theme that I've chosen from studying my blessing is "Serve" and combining these two has led me to begin posting here again.