I'm a little dust mote, dancing in the light
Thankful for a sunbeam streaming just for me.
Smaller than one thousandth, a tiny grain of sand,
Floating high above; it is grand!
In the light of His love, His eye is upon me,
Jesus watches me, and says
My nothingness is His everything.
I find delight in the scriptures
And things of the Lord.
Even though, having experienced
The personal tender mercies of my God,
Sorrow weighs upon my soul, because
I perceive that I am just a little mote of dust.
Who am I to be in God’s eye? His child!
Yes, but I’m circled about by
Temptation, vexation and weakness.
When I wish to obey and write psalms,
I question my worth; in the world
I’m a nobody, old, widowed and female.
God commands His priesthood, prophets
And men to write, receive revelation.
Their circles of influence are far greater than
mine.
Just an old-fashioned blog, have I.
God has been my support and I trust Him.
His love has filled me, often for days;
Why, when He’s heard my prayers
And answered every need that I have,
Should I question my worth and ability
To write psalms as He has commanded?
Long ago, upon the wings of His Spirit
I was found above the earth in spirit.
He showed me my spouse: past, present, and future.
Then I felt the immense love , perfect love,
He had for him. My husband chose his life here.
Years later, a realization flowed into my heart.
Equally yoked, I too was loved perfectly.
So why should I hesitate now in the valley
Of widowed aloneness, question my life?
Awake, Rise up! Pour forth love!
Use the tools of today and let God work
His miracles, bringing people who need
My perspective, find me in cyberspace.
O Lord, I rejoice in Thee, my God and the
Rock of my salvation.
Wilt thou redeem my soul? Banish doubt?
Find me with a contrite heart, I pray.
Lift me up with Thy power, that I may
Continue to walk on Thy covenant path.
Behold, my voice shall ascend up unto Thee
My psalms of praise will continue.
My Rock, my Redeemer! I love Thee! Amen.
May you find what I’ve found
As I’ve walked with Jesus.
An artist’s eye of the Creator
Seeing with eyes to see
His light because He made the sun and
Because He is the Son.
He made thee and me.
We became a living soul
From His touch our bodies live
Each cell alive with light
Our DNA passed down generations
That light from our ancestors and
From God our Spiritual DNA.
His light fills the immensity of space
It is how God communicates and
The planets, mountains and waves obey.
Do we? The greatest gift He gave
Was the ability to choose. Agency!
As we choose the right, seeking to
Obey, we find Righteousness, yes that’s
His name. Walking with the Savior, He
Teaches us to be the ones that
He’ll be with in eternity; and He asks you
To gather others, points of light, to join
The glorious throng, who wait on the Lord
And watch for Him when He comes in again
He asks of you, “…to be a light to the world.”
May you share what I have shared
A message of Hope.
My generation was called the Silent One,
But I broke that title often.
I’ve spoken loud and clear, just see here
My blog, 2011, once talking I’ve a lot to say.
Let not the world title of Generation Z stick to
you.
They say you are a digital whiz and are
Active in social media.
Instead Zoom into God’s title for you,
Messengers of Hope.
Our prophets have said that you are the
Generation born with special gifts and skills.
You can walk the paths of new technology
To find ancestors, one-by-one, then
Accompany them to the House of the Lord
To baptize and confirm.
You can spread good tidings of Hope
In a worried world, full of despair.
Speak loudly with your texting fingers the
Hopefulness that’s found in the restored church.
Focus on Jesus Christ and you’ll find Joy to
Share with many friends on earth.
The Lord says, “…be a messenger before my face,
To prepare the way for Me.
May you learn what I have learned
Trusting in Jesus and walking with Him
Born in this digitally connected world
You were reserved for this very day.
While I’ve had to work hard, run faster and
Fall often just to do that work
That comes so easily to you.
My patriarchal blessing says my work is
Researching ancestors and one by one,
Doing a work for them that they
Cannot do for themselves.
Beyond the veil, I’ve brought thousands
To Him, giving them the chance to choose
To accept Jesus Christ as their Redeemer.
Faith was a gift of God given to me naturally
In my childhood. I loved the stories of Jesus,
But my parents did not attend any church,
Nor believe; So, I went with neighbors or
By bus, if a church sent one to my neighborhood.
Truth is an action word.
I searched for God and His truth.
Twenty-two years later, I found His True Church.
Now, you can receive your patriarchal blessing;
Learn what God would like you to do.
With exceptional technology, you can join the
Battalion to Build and share the gospel on both
sides
Of the veil, trusting in Jesus and become
Elijah’s Warriors. Hear His call. He will never
leave you.
He will give you power to lift you above worldly
worries,
And comfort you with love. His arms will circle
round you
And bless you with His Spirit, changing your heart
forever.
Together, may you learn what I have learned, and as
a
Unified youth on the covenant path, share this gift
of faith
With others and fulfill God’s will for you in this
mortal life.
In 1968, I received my patriarchal blessing.
Quite frankly, it didn’t seem meaningful.
Twenty-three years old, so naïve.
If you are young, take heed
Learn from my mistakes.
That paper copy became lost.
Then came the BIG repentance at age 32.
Ordering a new copy when my life had fallen apart
And in flux. I asked what God wanted from me.
The Brethren, prophets and leaders said,
“Keep a journal,” so, being visually oriented, I
began.
At first it was sketchy, sparse and infrequent.
But I was doing it. Trying several different sizes
and
Pretty professionally produced volumes,
I finally settled on a 3-ring notebook, a binder format
of
Individual lined notepaper, letting me write for my
posterity
Including all sorts of fun paper memorabilia in the
pockets.
Mainly it was notes, thoughts, and insights as I
studied
My scriptures and General Conference talks.
What about my own personal scriptures?
My Patriarchal Blessing!
I retyped and reformatted it making it easier to
read:
One paragraph became one chapter;
One sentence became one verse.
One chapter per page and finally in sheet
protectors,
I placed these at the front of my journal for a
year.
In November, I would prayerfully read and reread it daily.
An amazing thing slowly began to happen: a word or phrase
Would pop out at me. I wrote them down.
Finally a theme or focus became clear. Then I would
move
These pages to the front of the journal, design a
cover
In keeping with the theme. This location at the
front of my journal,
Gently reminded me to read my personal scripture
often.
Over the years, certain verses became apparent
within talks that
I heard, because they’d become familiar to me and
this
Often prompted deeper study of doctrine and gospel
principles.
My life purpose and work crystalized! What a Joy!
The Chiastic center of my blessing (Bev 5:2) tells
me that
In the House of the Lord, I’ll receive covenants,
promises
And blessings, that previously I’d never
contemplated.
The Spirit of Elijah has filled my heart. Diligence
and obedience
To this sacred doctrine resulted in thousands, yes,
thousands,
Of ordinances performed for my ancestors on the
other
Side of the veil. Then I added stories, attached
sources for proof.
It’s true! Joy and peace are found in this vicarious
work.
Now that you’ve read an old-fashioned form of the current
Social media communication platform, you’ll note I’ve
chosen
No ads. I am the curator of the content I wish to
share.
I own this permanent place. It’s my choice of
passions, and
I determine how I present the themes of a week, month or year.
This year my format is Psalms.
Tricky, since I’m better at visuals than writing. But
I’m learning.
Using more modern words and from the viewpoint of a
modern day disciple of Jesus Christ.
He is my Reason! He should be your Reason!
Focus on Christ!
He told your patriarch exactly what you need to know
for your
Successful life in mortality. Find God’s will for
you. Begin today!
Ode to a song sung sad
Written in the 1930 depression years
“Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries”
“Don’t take it serious, it’s too mysterious.
We’re not here to stay; we’re on a short holiday”
I say, Holy days!
Those lyrics even ask:
“Why are we here? Where are we going?”
That bowl of cherries is full of fallen berries.
We live in a fallen world.
But how sweet it is to know, that Christ came
Long ago, and taught His Plan:
The Plan of Happiness.
Come to earth and gain a body
Complete with spirit, making a soul.
That answers the question of: Why?
And thanks to his atoning sacrifice and
The restored truths about that Stem of Jesse
We can know where we are going.
Firmly attached fruit, we labor in his orchard,
A world asking these same questions.
There are answers.
He lives! Our Redeemer Lives!
By faith, repentance, baptism we walk
In obedience the covenant path
To return to live with our Heavenly Father
In His Celestial Kingdom
God’s mysteries are revealed, our purpose here
Made clear. He loves us, His children dear,
and wants us near, to enjoy perpetual Holy Days.
