Words

Our words should never careless be.
They carry power we do not see.
But, if that power can devastate,
It can also liberate!

How do I know words are powerful? When I was a youth of maybe 13-14–a very awkward and gawky age for me, my dear Aunt Gwen came for a visit. As we conversed casually, she told me that I had beautiful hands. No one had ever said that to me, and she was serious about her observation. She even said that my hands could be photographed for magazine ads about hand cream, or whatever. Simple statement. Powerful? Yes, I remember those words even 60 years later, and recall that I have often reflected on them, and somehow, no matter how unlovely I ever felt in the past, those words told me again and again that I was special; that I was worthwhile; that someone saw good and beauty in me. What a powerful little statement. Do we ever tell our children, grandchildren, spouses, or friends something good that we see in them? Think about it. It could change someone’s life for the better.

On the other hand. I remember, as a youth again, standing at the kitchen sink, when one of my cousins made the observation that my profile looked like an Indian. Innocent comment. Nothing to feel bad about, but it made me extremely self conscious of my profile appearance, and, to this day, I don’t like my profile to be photographed! We can all be unreasonably sensitive, and quick to read something in a comment that was never intended.

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The Greatest Gift

Last Sunday was, not only Father’s Day, but also our 47th Wedding Anniversary! We feasted on old wedding photos, and stepped back 4 decades through delightful photographs of our own 3 babies, and watched them grow again. What a delight they were, and what a blessing they now are. Back in 1974, we wondered what our family would look like….girls? boys? how many? what would they look like? what kind of people would they become? And, now, we know. How delighted we would have been back then. Our lives have been built upon each other…we’ve all added threads to our family tapestry, and those blend so well and make a precious picture.

And to have a partner through it all…a buddy. That’s like having your cake and eating it too! He has been my trusted ‘side-kick’ for so long that I don’t function well without him.

The greatest gift God gives us, is a mate forever more.
You help us to find our way, through each trial of each closed door.
Our first trial is our family; God helps us from above.
You always strive your best to serve in God's sweet love.

Let us strive with heart & mind, body & soul.
Help us live worthy to be blessed that we will forever grow,
Serving Christ & God in perfect love, in pure joy eternally.
Join God's family of perfect love forever, together, pure & free.

From two to fifteen!

One of the best places to find thoughts and stories to help strengthen families is: www.churchofjesuschrist.org

Check it out…and send me a comment about your family, whether it be 1 or 100. How are you blessed by your family?

DON’T WAIT

We watched a movie the other night about transplants. They always perk my interest because of my work in transfusion. I was part of many heart and liver transplants, but they were never very personal for my until the young donor’s heart went to his ailing grandfather, a gentleman known to my parents. And so the personal details had a powerful impact upon me, for both donors and recipients. In the movie, a young man suddenly died, giving organs to 9 recipients. The movie focused on the one receiving a lung transplant, and powerfully portrayed the gratitude for such a gift of life. On the other side, the grief of the family who lost their son was heartbreaking. One of the closing remarks spoken by the father to the lung recipient was a request–before the day ends, call someone (family, husband, wife, brother, sister, friend) and tell them how much you love them without attaching advice or any plea for improvement….just tell them that you love them for who they are.

This poem expresses such sentiments:

Don't wait to see a sunrise, or hold a child that cries.
Don't wait to see a sunset, or help a friend get by.
Don't wait to look for beauty wherever it may be.
Don't wait to tell my mate how much you mean to me.

Don't wait to smell a rose, or watch a storm-tossed sea.
Don't wait to see the glory throughout eternity.
Don't wait to look for wisdom that comes by every trial.
Don't wait to look for the miracles in every babies smile.

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Toast

My daughter sent me a heart-warming text one Saturday morning: “I made Jim toast with butter and jam for breakfast. It made me think of Grandma. and miss her. Isn’t it a lovely thing how the people we love always stay with us somehow?” And then, another daughter replied, “Yeah, I think of her whenever I eat toast and jam too.”

Then I nostalgically added memories of her homemade Bear Lake raspberry jam, preserved in tiny canning bottles, to which one replied, “I had forgotten about her little bottles, I remember now. And so delicious! The butter makes the jam better.”

And then we all got sentimental and talked of traditions and families, and little things that make such an impact on kids growing up….and how love wraps around us all like a timeless, warm blanket..

She would spread the butter thick
And remove the crust
From the perfectly toasted bread
And spread the precious homemade raspberry jam
From her tiny bottles--
Her way of loving
In a way that stayed
Within grand-babies memories
Long after her passing.

And now, each piece of toast
Takes us back to her warm kitchen
To her love
And we are warmed
And we belong.

A piece of toast
Such a small thing
To wrap us together so tightly.

A couple of scriptures come to mind:  D&C 64:33--"Wherefore, be not weary in well-doing, for ye are laying the foundation of a great work."  and Alma 37:6--"....by small and simple things are great things brought to pass..."

Teton Respite

I had forgotten that Spring Break would provide a window of a few extra days without obligations, and, on a snap decision, we decided to extend our trip to Twin Falls to see Kids and GrandKids. We drove on roads we had never seen before. New vistas were so refreshing after so much isolation. We drove back into winter in Teton National Park. It was relaxing to have no schedule to follow. No set plans. And we were richly rewarded with a surprising variety of wildlife sightings. Bob penned this poem:

We decide to take a trip to our children and beyond.
We load up our golden van and then we're gone.
We look for all the miracles of life along our way-
Of birds & deer & antelope.  Then family makes our day.

We celebrate birthdays with those we love.  Then we are gone
On the way to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, is our song.
We fly across the valleys, mounts, canyons, lakes & streams.
We watch all the living miracles along lakes as rivers sing.

We find a special place at Antler Inn to stay 3 days.
We took off to see the Elk Refuge.   To our surprise that day
Thousands of Elk spotted the meadow right in front of us.
Swans, geese & big horn sheep came close within their trust.

We then drove to the Tetons and saw moose, deer & fox,
Coyotes and bald eagles in 3 days in different spots.
We looked for the buffalo & bear (our summer friends).
We left before we saw them, but we will come again.


Debris

Last weekend was General Conference for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, and I was impressed with a challenge given by Russell M. Nelson, President and Prophet. He spoke of the renovation taking place on the Salt Lake Temple. Apparently there is considerable excavation as they dig down to the foundation, and much debris to be screened for historical finds and then the remainder to be throw out as trash.

Our lives accumulate debris. I hope it’s not as bad as I sometimes see in every corner of my house…lurking unfinished projects, ‘things’ I’ve long forgotten why I saved them in the first place. Going through them is usually overwhelming, and exhausting to be prioritizing so many things at once. Do I really have time for this? Am I still interested in that? Why do I have so many of those? and, Oh, is that where that is!

President Nelson challenged us to identify debris in our lives and eliminate it. Just like cleaning up a discouragingly cluttered room, the thought of looking inward for a clean-up, is not exactly exciting. It would be interesting to see how we spend our time each day. We all have things we consider of supreme importance, and I suspect they aren’t cleaning the house, or games on our phone, or watching TV, or reading facebook posts.

I suppose the first step would be to identify what those really important things are and if we are really getting around to them, or, are you like me, and keep saying, “I’ll get to it next week….” I’ve said that about a couple of projects for more than a year now. So, I’m going to try to clean up. Unfortunately, it’s probably going to involve some habit breaking and changing, and that’s hard.

I need to post a poem about it. But I don’t have one. Do you? Somebody post us some lines about our debris.

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WHY FISH

For some people, it’s fishing. Some really get into gardening, or walking. Some of us travel. Photography, art, singing. Hobbies. My Dad always said that everyone needs a hobby. His was building radio-controlled airplanes and then flying them. He also played the guitar and taught me. That became a passion for me for many years. What is it for you? What beckons you? What is it that is so compelling that you even forget to eat?

Fishing brings us to lazy rivers, streams & bayous, or lakes wide & deep,
Or sand & waves, or oceans wide, with dreams where large fish sleep,
Where small & large, thick & thin, black to white, fish wish to stay,
With live bait, flies & lures, we fish night and day.

And when at last, we catch a fish, from a bass to silver king,
We have a fight from great to sleight, that makes our spirits sing!
Some fish for food, some fish for sport, some catch & then release.
Some fish to relax in our Creator's art.  God's canvas brings us peace.

As we hold this life force within our own two hands,
It's up to us to free that fish, or cook it in a frying pan.
If I decide to keep this fish & take it's life away,
I take it's life reverently & before we eat that fish, we pray.

We thank God for all the miracles of fish to meats on land or sea,
From fruit to nuts, peas to melons; all here to set our taste buds free.
We thank God for everything we smell,  touch, taste, hear, sense & see.
For the Gifts to talk & walk, & sing praises unto Thee.

We are grateful for every living thing:  mammals to birds, shrimp to fish.
We thank God for Jesus the Christ.  He grants us each worthy wish.




Innocence

I’ve been thinking about our society and how we relate to each other. I see tons of mistrust, judgement, apathy, anger, depression, hopelessness, sadness, pain, disappointment, discouragement, and the list could go on. You’ve seen it too.

We could all argue about the causes of all this, and we all have different solutions. And it all just makes me tired and want to go to bed and forget it all, but, when I’m trying to go to sleep, I keep thinking about it. Wondering.

There are some days that I never laugh or even smile. But, there are some days that I do because of what I see.

I see my grandson. He always has a smile for me, and he hugs me in his own special way. We point to noses in his animal books. We laugh at the pig puppet. He squeals when I chase him. He says words that I don’t understand, but they are sweet, and they are innocent–totally accepting. He doesn’t know about COVID. He’s never been bullied. He doesn’t even know what country he lives in. He doesn’t know that you need money. He doesn’t know what the plan is for the day.

He lives in the moment and loves it. New objects are a delight. Old ones are too. Anything you plan is fine. I see a peace and calmness in his face, and, for a few minutes, all the world is great, and problem free, and happy.

I just can’t thank God enough for this precious miracle in our lives. Blessings really do come in little packages.

The Gateway

This is the first of 5 psalms of Thanksgiving, one to be posted each day for the next 5 days.

Gratitude is the gateway for all who truly see.
Grateful eyes see past life's woes into eternity.
When we see & hear through all life's trials, with all our soul & heart,
We do become more clear & true, as gratitude becomes a  practiced art.
The true joy & gratitude are found in the simple things of life.

Thanks Giving

Thanks Giving is for giving thanks from the last unto the first,
For what our family is to us, we strive to tell in humbled verse.

From Roland  unto Grandpa, we'll give each soul two lines,
And hopefully we'll say some things where truth with love entwines.

Roland Gene  is the newest babe to join us here on earth.
Roland rolls us in joy and laughter.  His heart is of great worth.

Allie-Mae Venice is sweet & honest.  She touches us deep within.
Allie fills us with her love.  Her warm heart helps us win.

Jetta Rose Renee is full of energy.  Her smile warms our hearts.
Jetta's kind, caring ways touch us deep, as she does her special part.

James David  has fun-loving honesty reaching deep within his soul.
We feel his heart & like his smile & love to watch James grow.

Asa Joseph Aaron is a thoughtful son.  His courage grows within.
Ace's honest integrity will keep his soul from sin.

Parleigh Ann Deseret is a gifted soul in art and writing too.
Par's honesty and courage will safely guide her through.

Ammon Abraham is a thoughtful soul, wise beyond his years.
Ammon has a wondrous mind.  His good choices cast out all fears.

Now we move to our children & every special spouse
That gives us joy & love, as we seek for God's house.

Evamarie Richardson, our last daughter, is a Mom, clear and true.
Eve's greatest joy is for Ben & James, to help them to grow true.

Benjamin H. Richardson is a loving Dad and a true mate.
He tries his best in all he does for a good home to create.

Valoree Dawn Carver is a special, caring friend to all our family.
Val tries her best, as wife & Mom, as everyone can see.

Joshua Brian Carver is a great Dad & husband to his wife.
Josh helps us when he can & lifts our worldly strife.

Aaron Abraham Anderson is a good Dad & mate to his wife.
Abe loves & serves his family beyond all earthly strife.

Taryn  Wooley Anderson is a great Mom.  Taryn's children love her so.
We're thankful for out daughter & friend..  She helps our family grow.

Jeanne Rich Anderson is a grandma, a mom & wife,
The greatest gift Bob will ever have is Jeanne, as my eternal wife.

Now Robert Earl Anderson has left his part to me,
Bob adds the spice in abundance to this, our family.