Wednesday, May 20, 2026

Bev Psalm 36: Homage to Psalms 118


O Lord, thou hast opened my eyes to see

    thy words, commandments, delight me.

I was there in that council in heaven and

    loved my elder brother, Thy Chosen.

We shouted for joy; angelic choirs sang.

    to earth we came, trailing clouds of glory.

First Abraham, Issac and Jacob came. Their

    lineages proclaimed, a Messiah from them promised.

Adam and Eve, Noah and Moses had paved the way

    for us to receive bodies and learn good from evil.

Satan and one third of heaven’s host, cast down,

   to tempt and try us; our agency, to choose.

Isaiah foretold His birth; born of Mary; laid in a manger

    and shepherds came to worship Him, Immanuel.

Wise men sought Him, brought gifts most needed,

    to flee into Egypt until Herrod’s jealousy was no longer.

Learned men listened in awe of Him when He was a child

    teaching and about His Father’s business.

His earthly ministry, we have records;

    I study and pray to learn His Way.

He laid the foundation, sure and firm; the Rock of our

    Salvation, the headstone at the corner.

His work: to bring to pass the immortality and eternal

    life of all men; He sacrificed for our sins, was led

    like a lamb to slaughter, crucified on Golgotha

    and from His tomb arose the third day.

After He organized the righteous who’d died before,

    into a mighty band of missionaries that would

    take His gospel to all the dead.

Then amazing grace was shed; to other sheep

    He went, who had been led to the furthermost

    parts of His Vineyard and Isles of the sea.

There He taught the Plan of Happiness and how

    his words would go forth, another testament,

    establishing His commandments and showing the

    covenant path to follow.

The Book of Mormon is that testament, brought

    forth by the power of God, the words of prophets

    in America, who kept faithful records as should we.

I testify that Joseph Smith, named after his father, and

    Joseph of old born to save Israel from famine, was

    that boy who God chose to restore His organized church.

Once again, as witnesses acclaim, the ancient true church

    from the meridian of time has been established, never

    to be destroyed, to greet Him when He returns to reign.

I praise the Lord and rejoice in the gift of the Living Christ,

    at the head of His Church today, where modern prophets

    speak His words, for the same it is, as if by He.

The glorious work of saving all who have ever lived upon

    earth, is now found worldwide, performed vicariously in

    more than two hundred temples called Houses of the Lord.

Isaiah’s trees in the wilderness of cyberspace, grow daily,

    one ancestor at a time, as we accompany them;

    they receive all the ordinances of salvation from baptism

    to sealings of family for eternity.

Of course, they have their agency and still must choose,

    even though they’re beyond that veil, the psalmist

    calls the valley of the shadow of death.

We have a great work to do and send missionaries

    around the world to find and gather His lost sheep.

In turn, those whose hearts are healed, hearken to

The Lord and write in their books of remembrance,

Then Malachi’s promise is fulfilled, their father’s hopes

    are turned to them, so earth’s purpose will not be wasted.

We are the jewels in His crown, Our King of Kings, who

    comes soon, a second time to rule and reign on earth,

    The Prince of Peace, our Redeemer, Jesus Christ. Amen.

 


Monday, May 11, 2026

Bev Psalm 35: A little Dust Mote

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.









Bev Psalm 34: My Lament like Nephi’s

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.

 


 

Bev Psalm 33: To Gatherers of Light

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.”



 

 

Bev Psalm 32: To Messengers of Hope













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.

 

Thursday, May 7, 2026

Bev Psalm 31: To Builders of Faith

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.



 

 

 

 

Sunday, May 3, 2026

Bev Psalm 30: Patriarchal Blessing, Promises to Me

 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!




 

Tuesday, April 28, 2026

Bev Psalm 29: Life Isn't a Bowl of Cherries













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. 


 

Thursday, April 16, 2026

Bev Psalm 28: Hands Raised Up

 It began with Moses at a battle long ago

when the Lord said the Israelites would win

if he kept his arms held high.

As he tired, Aaron and Hur came to sustain

him, holding up his arms.

What many did not notice was that

Moses held a rod in his hands.

This rod is the symbol for the word of God.

In our day, Presidents Eyring and Christofferson

Sustain our prophet Dallin H. Oaks

with their words and actions, speaking for

Christ, "for by the mouths of my servants,

it is the same."

My artistic spirit wished to enter a churchwide contest

to illustrate D & C 81:5,  "lift up the hands which

hang down, and strengthen the feeble knees."

My hands hung down with age and my knees were feeble.

I envisioned little babies arms weak and helpless.

I saw children with deformed arms, feeling hopeless.

I beheld the family whose teenager, killed by accident,

their hands hidden by broken spirits,

arms clasped around each other,

fallen on bended knees, tears falling on a grave.

Finally were the widows, tears past, years gone,

loneliness settled in and solitude descending

upon their world of reduced circumstances.

The Saviour walked the same earthly paths,

one by one He ministered, clasping firmly 

by His hand, pulling them upright from feeble knees;

encircling the one in His arms, 

warmly at His breast, assured them of His love.

The Savior was there in His solitude, bearing the pain

and anguish, grief and sin for all of those

whose hands and arms hung down. 

An angel ministered to Him in that garden,

sustaining Him until it was done, 

when His arms raised up, were nailed upon the cross.

Earthly angels follow His example,

Ministering today, one by one, by phone call,

or visit, bringing the sacrament to the invalid,

texting questions, "How are you doing today?"

Letting the one know they are not alone,

they are loved and cherished children of

a Heavenly Father who loves them and

knows their every need, desiring to bless them.

Solace is found in the words of the prophets, old and new,

and in the loving ministering angels from heaven and earth,

Lifting the arms that hung down

with sacred hands that lift up.






Bev Psalm 27: Continuing in My Place

Lorenzo Snow’s words, “We are engaged in the work of God. 

The prospects before us are glorious, but, let us be impressed

in every work of our hands, that we are the servants of God

and doing His will. Let not our integrity be impaired,

but our faith be continually increased as we proceed through life.”

Lift my Spirit, continuing, he and I, too, “...would (will) be satisfied

to act where Providence has placed me, and ask God, the Lord,

what I can do to aid in building up the kingdom of God in that place.”

Uplifted, encouraged and inspired by Snow's urging,

I will continue to Pour Forth Love,

As I explore my human experience with God,

Writing Psalms that praise,

Psalms of Sorrow, Grief, Sadness and Lament,

Psalms of Gratitude, and Friendship, and

my personal Devotion to God and His Son.

I write Psalms of Wisdom to share.

Because I feel that pure love of Christ,

in the core of my heart,

and I shout Hallelujah,

My Psalms will Pour Forth Love.





Tuesday, April 14, 2026

Bev Psalm 26: Stand Still and See

Thou hast guided me in Thy mercy and strength

To the Celestial Kingdom where thou dwellest.

Thou hast stretched forth thy right hand,

Clasped me, embraced me with love,

Offered me health in my core,

Strengthened my bones and joints

that age has weakened.

Thou hast parted the fogs in my mind

And led me along dry land

A pillar of light behind me

Protection from the adversary, wishing to destroy.

Thy breath didst blow with Thy wind.

Thou art glorious in holiness.

I upholdest thee in awe and reverence.

Thou performest great wonders in my life

And I know thine eye is upon me,

Thy daughter, a dust mote, in Thy universe.

Thou hast loved me from the beginning

And leadest me along my days.

Thou hast purchased me

with the blood of Thy Son.

Thou hast made for me a sanctuary

in Thy mountain.

I will there go up to worship Thee

and see Thy hand in mine every need.

I shall stand still and see thy salvation.

 

Bev Psalm 25: Splash Down

Three parachutes open, slow down descent,

April tenth 2026, into San Diego’s sea,

At 5 PM and 7 minutes, ending a 256,756 mile

journey past the moon;

man going further into space than ever before.

Now deep dive into my memory to

One July day of 1969, in a hotel lobby,

Just near the main plaza, Mexico City.

I watched the grainy black and white

image of man’s first small step off the ladder,

and one giant leap for mankind.

Space has always fascinated me.

Planets, Stars, Comets, and the Milky Way.

God created them for signs and seasons.

In 1975 I was in Downey, California

Where the Apollo Command Module was built.

Art and Technology collaborated there.

Science and creation to the glory of our

Great Creator and I initiated it.

Going further back in my memory to childhood,

Another splash down: It’s getting dark,

I’m having such fun playing, then I hear Mom call,

“Come in. It’s time for bed.” “No!!!”

Kicking and screaming then undressed for my bath.

Splash down: warmth surrounded me.

I didn’t want to get out!

That’s what life is all about.

We come into a cold world, kicking and screaming,

But, at the end, we don’t want to get out.

And like Artemis II, it’s a perfectly planned mission,

We have untold questions that only God can answer.

He’ll tell us His secrets and reveal the mysteries

Of His Godliness, and eternity.

He wants to share with us, we are His children,

Bathed and clean, every wit,

A giant leap for mankind; yes, everyone who desires

To ascend to the highest degree of His

Celestial Kingdom, there to inherit worlds without end,

Spirit children to create, and heirs to family forever,

His perfectly executed Plan for Happiness!










Photo Credit: NASA/Bill Ingalls 

Monday, April 13, 2026

Bev Psalm 24: The Cherry Harvest

I love trees, especially the ones I plant

in the wilderness of cyberspace on FamilySearch,

there to be harvested by descendants who will

gather the fruit of my labors,

Fruit of Jacob’s olive tree, the anointing oils that 

fill our lamps, bless our children and our lives.

The harvest of souls is the great work

of the Master Gardener.

He has planted us on this earth to see

Whether we choose Him and eternity,

will remain unshaken in our faith,

firmly attached as we grow or

ripen in iniquity and fall far below.

The stem of Jesse is Jesus the Christ.

Just as the ethylene weakens the connection

between a ripe cherry and it’s stem,

disobedience, doubt and fear weakens 

our connection to Jesus allowing us to be

easily shaken and separated from Him.

Therefore, take heed, pray always lest you

fall into temptation.

Regular prompt, daily repentance liberates

and ennobles us.

Seek revelation and recognize God’s hand

in your life; give thanks, expressing your gratitude

and the witness of the Spirit will bring

hope and joy, as well as strength to overcome

with confidence in Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father.

Yes, we avoid becoming ripe for destruction,

truly unshakable, and reconciled to God through

Christ’s infinite atonement in that garden long ago.

Our unshakable faith like the ripe cherry, held firmly

To the Tree of Righteousness.




Friday, April 3, 2026

Bev Psalm 23: The Beginning and the End

 













The Redeemer of the world,

Whose course is one eternal round,

Created worlds without end.

Our universe is filled with galaxies

In that immense space. Look up!

He is the light that shineth in darkness,

And the darkness comprehendeth not.

Believe in the name of the Lord Jesus

Who came to live upon the earth,

Even He who was crucified

For the sins of the world.

Hearken unto Him, who is to come again.

Whose voice has all power and is

 From everlasting to everlasting.

Call your solemn assembly, that your

Yearnings might come up unto

The ears of the Lord, the creator of the

First day: the beginning and the end.

He who says, “My words shall not pass away,

But shall all be fulfilled, whether by my own

Voice or by the voice of my servants, it is the same”

My prophets, seers and revelators speak

On that sacred weekend of General Conference

For all people, families and friends to hear Him

Worldwide, to be uplifted up and participate in

Sitting at the feet of their Savior. They testify and

Share His words, become one with Him,

His purposes to do, and acclaim:

He lives! He is Risen! Our ever-living Head.