Sunday, September 3, 2017

Sunday Musing 39


     Today I'm reflecting on the happenings of this past week.  I found this song performed by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, the music and words of which I love.  I think it expresses the joy I feel at the inspiring rescue work in Houston this past week.  Yes, there hs been tragedy, but  also joy.

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Sunday Musing 38: The Finch Outside My Window


     Last night I had a music dream.  My music dreams are not pleasant; they are usually filled with crazy circumstances that leave me feeling a lot of anxiety!  The dream I woke up with was no exception.  I was on my way to play a Festival City Orchestra concert and discovered that I was dressed in weirdness--an old teal velvet dress, a black cardigan sweater, and black shoes underneath something else which I can't remember (at least I was fully clothed in something other than underwear or PJs).  When I was onstage the teal gown had changed to old wrinkled black jeans (at least I'm rid of the teal).  Next I noticed that my hose had slipped off my feet and the ragged ends of each dangled out from the bottom of my pants.  Apparently my toenails had cut off the ends of the hose.  It was finally close to concert time and I realized my black shoes were missing and in their place were my gray Isotoner slippers.  I had 6-7 minutes before the concert so I left the stage to see if they were by my viola case.  My case was now buried behind many others and I stuggled to get it out.  Another player arrived and told me what tables I was allowed to use for my viola.  This made no sense at all but I complied.  I opened up my case.  I had not found my shoes, but there was a chunk of wood in my case.  Oh no, I thought...did it fall off my instrument?  Thankfully I could not find the origin of the wood, but I did hear what I thought was the first piece on the program.  I'm late?!  And I'm sitting principal.  Uh-oh.  Fortunately there were a couple of other late arrivals, too, and I realized some kind of unplanned musical demo was taking place.  I tried to open the big door behind the stage and found it stuck.. A man opened it (the old actor Leslie Nielson...who knows where he came from) and informed me that I was never to open the door when it seemed to be stuck.  He or someone else would. When I entered I was not behind the stage but coming in from the side audience area and the large auditorium was now small.  The orchestra was now small and I saw my stand partner across the stage from the first violins.  Oh well, I thought, it is what it is.  And I walked across the stage in my strange attire.  I woke up. Relief!

     As I told my dream to my husband I realized it was not as bad as my music dreams usually are.  At least some problems were solved and I had my actual stand partner, Olga, who is supportive and a fine musician.  I remember looking at her with some relief.  And at least I was clothed.  At least I had enough maturity to say to myself "Oh well! It is what it is...on with the show".   But where do these dreams come from?!
     I might know at least one new reason.  I'm getting older.  Things don't go as planned, there are delays, I get injured (I missed a step this week and fell), and lots of well-meaning people, alive or via media, tell me what to do.  My physical body is slowly wearing out, like an old car.  It has a lot of miles and it's beginning to break down.  It seems it's just one minor injury after another.  But I keep going--it is what it is.
     As I looked out my desk window this morning I saw a house finch sitting on a dead crabapple limb maybe 6-8 feet from me.  He just sat for awhile, flitting around to reveal his beautiful light gray and rosy-colored breast.  I thought to myself that he is such a sweet, lovely bird; why do some people consider house finches to be pests?  He then began to sing.  I love the song of house finches yet I've never seen one sing.  His little throat wobbled as he sang his heart out.  He stayed for a few minutes, resting and singing, and then flew away.
     The past two weeks I've been playing my viola for my own enjoyment.  I don't do that very often; I'm usually preparing music for a concert.  I pulled out some new music I bought months ago and decided to work on Selections from Romeo and Juliet for viola and piano by Prokofiev.  I love this ballet music.  Festival City performed some of it this winter and  now I can play parts I didn't get to in the concert.  I listen to Youtube recordings and practice (yeah Youtube). I play my heart out when I'm warmed up.  I have missed this.  It feels so good.
     I also decided to fix up a storage area in my office.  It's a large metal storage rack filled with an odd assortment of boxes of fabrics and sewing supplies.  It's so ugly.  The thought ocurred to me that I could purchase several bankers boxes and cover them with fabric. I decided to go for it and it's almost done.  I used spray and tacky glues to cover nine boxes with a  gray and white decorator ticking fabric (fabricguru on the internet...great service and check out fab sales), and I covered the exposed ends of some smaller plastic containers.  It looks so nice!
     Next I sorted and cleaned.  I'm sore.  My back is not happy.  I have more to do. But oh is what it is!
      As we age we still need to sing, just like the finch on the dead limb.  We have beautiful songs in us and we need to express them. We need to find ways to push ourselves within our limits and try new things we think we might enjoy--learn new tunes, so to speak.  We need to get out of ourselves. And remember to sing!  Find your voice and go for it.  For me, music and the Spirit activate my voice.  Remember your blessings, express your gratitude, and always remember to sing your heart to God, who will always listen!

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Have You Ever Felt Powerful?

Here is my fun question for today--
When in your life did you feel most powerful?

     My first reaction to this question is that I have never felt powerful. I have been in positions of power--motherhood is powerful-- but feeling powerful is not the same as exercising it. In fact, it’s something I have never thought about.  So I will ramble, and maybe I’ll remember something.
     I remember an experience I had  the morning after I was baptized a member of the LDS church.  I was walking across campus at Stephens College.  I recall looking up at the beautiful, bright sky and thinking that I was full of light.  As I looked near the sun I felt like it was in me.  I suppose there was a feeling of power connected to that, but not the kind of power most of us think about.  It was spiritual power. 
     I felt spiritual power a few years ago while conducting my ward choir rehearsal.  I don’t remember the piece we were practicing, but it was a great conduit for the Holy Ghost.  As I felt the Spirit, I sensed it was filling my arms as I conducted.  It was both powerful and humbling at the same time.  I had that experience a few other times, but never quite like that particular moment.
     When I was a child I loved imagining that I was a horse.  I loved to run, and I enjoyed pretending to run- alone or in a herd- with my long mane and tail wildly flying.  There was a kind of power in that.  When I was older and realized I couldn’t be a horse, I would ride my pretend horse off across empty fields, galloping in the wind.  It was exhilarating!  I felt so free, and there was also a certain power in that.  But it wasn’t real.
     I first received letter grades when I was in third grade.  I recall standing in our little breakfast room and showing them to my mother.  They were As and Bs and I knew I had performed well.  I felt pride in myself, and that is connected to feeling powerful.  That first report card had a big impact on me, and many more like it followed.  I felt confidence in my academic ability most of the time, and that has power.
     I wish I could say the same about music.  I loved my violin very much, but I had great trouble disciplining myself enough to practice until college, when I received grades for violin or viola lessons.   My confidence level was low from years of self-defeating behavior in regards to my instrument.  That battle for confidence continues today, although the fights are fewer and less difficult.  My love for music and my viola, as well as powerful spiritual experiences, have motivated and strengthened me. 
     Perhaps feeling powerful as an adult is related to feeling confidence in one’s abilities.  It’s also related to  healthy self-esteem.  I think that  the expression of unconditional love from others, strong family support and good teachers can bolster these, but ultimately we must connect to God.  That is the source of true power.

Sunday, May 7, 2017

My Window View


      I took this photo a few days ago through my office window during a rare sunny morning. Such a beautiful old crabapple!  All our crabapple trees are blooming like this.
     All my tulips are blooming, including a few transplanted by creatures.  The deer usually attack them, but not one has been disturbed this year.  Everything is thriving.
     It has been a lovely spring.  I love it when spring is cool and rainy like ours this year; it means the beautiful flowers will last longer.  It looks like the beauty will last through the coming week, too.

Friday, May 5, 2017

Favorite words


     After reading a list of journal prompts I have a topic for today.  What are your favorite and least favorite words?

Here goes--
Favorite word- 
       Crisco, spoken slowly.  I love the sound of it.  Anyone else love the word Crisco?  I doubt it...but who knows!  I'm sure there must be more words I love for different reasons, but I can't think of them right now.  I'm stuck on the sound of C....R...I...S...C...O.................very cool!
Least favorite word -
       Pus might be it.  Yuck.  I also hate the F word (and other swear words)

Best crazy word-
       Poochenhopper.  I have no idea where it comes from.

Favorite names-
       When I was a child I loved the names Mary Ann, Julia, Katherine and Elizabeth.  As an adult I love the name Beth.  I was convinced my first child was a girl and her name would be Beth.  Out came Michael James.  I had that experience 2 more times, with Beth being Matthew and then Jonathan.  I still don't know who Beth is!

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Miss Iris

Just a pic of my mini iris.  They bloom in the early spring (mid April here).  I love them!

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Sunday Musing 37

This morning I'm just sharing a couple of ideas.
     First, I had the following thought come into my mind this morning:  "Come to the Lord and see what He can do for you."  I believe that refers to how I can change for the better by coming unto Christ.  It also refers to his desire to bless me.  This is true for all of us!
    I love the quotes below by Joseph Smith, which are related to one above (it's a secondhand source--but a good one).

......"If men do not comprehend the character of God, they do not comprehend themselves. I want to go back to the beginning, and so lift your minds into more lofty spheres and a more exalted understanding than what the human mind generally aspires to....."
“… The scriptures inform us that ‘This is life eternal that they might know thee, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom thou hast sent.’ [John 17:3.]
.......“If any man does not know God, and inquires what kind of a being He is,—if he will search diligently his own heart—if the declaration of Jesus and the apostles be true, he will realize that he has not eternal life; for there can be eternal life on no other principle."
“My first object is to find out the character of the only wise and true God, and what kind of a being He is. …"
“… Having a knowledge of God, we begin to know how to approach Him, and how to ask so as to receive an answer. When we understand the character of God, and know how to come to Him, He begins to unfold the heavens to us, and to tell us all about it. When we are ready to come to Him, He is ready to come to us.”9  (

Thursday, April 20, 2017


     Song of Solomon 2:12 "The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;"

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Book of Mormon--Gadianton robbers


     Each time I read the Book of Mormon different scriptures come to my attention.  As I began my study yesterday of the section called 3 Nephi, I was impressed by the following verse: 3 Nephi 27 "And it came to pass that the ninety and third year did also pass away in peace, save it were for the Gadianton robbers, who dwelt upon the mountains, who did infest the land; for so strong were their holds and their secret places that the people could not overpower them; therefore they did commit many murders, and did do much slaughter among the people."
     Gadianton robbers, for those who are not familiar with them, were terrorists.  I never fully realized that until yesterday.  I think I always knew that there was a connection, but I never thought much about or studied it.  Yesterday I did some research on the internet and immediately found a few wonderful articles backing this up. I don't want to spend time discussing how these robbers can be labeled terrorists; you can google Book of Mormon and Terrorism and read about that.  I would like to write about why these terrorists were called robbers, a label some might consider too simplistic.
     When most of us think of robbers we think of someone invading a place in secret and stealing.  The first thing I think of is my home.  People rob for various reasons; some motivations are hunger  (often for food, goods or drugs), coercion and peer pressure, mob crazies, anger, hatred, or just the thrill of it. It is not always done in secret. I'm guessing that fear is always  felt to some degree by the robber. Stealing encompasses a broad range of activities and feelings.
     What do terrorists rob us of?  There is a short list below which I will probably lengthen (in no particular order). 
     Perhaps the recent use of the MOAB bomb on terrorist underground tunnels etc. in Afghanistan triggered the prompting to study Gadianton robbers.  I have found that if I read the Book of Mormon regularly I sometimes see parallels between what I'm reading and what is going on in the world.  It is fascinating to me that I can understand terrorism to some degree by simply studying the Book of Mormon regularly.  I certainly don't know the information that a CIA agent might know, but I can get a few  basics which are enough to be enlighten me as a citizen of the United States.  I can be warned of the consequences.  I can learn ways to deal with terrorists.  I can be motivated to live the gospel and share it.   
     What terrorists can rob us of   
  1. Life, both physical and spiritual (terrorism is a cancer in that it secretly infiltrates/starves/kills the Good)
  2. Truth (they gain power through lies, deception, etc.)
  3. Freedom (temporally and spritually) 
  4. Virtue
  5. Courage (terrorism is fueled by fear)
  6. Temporal needs (food, goods, etc.)
  7. Identity
  8. Individual worth
  9. Hope
  10. Knowledge/identity of Jesus Christ
  11. Respect for life
  12. True equality
  13. Self-sufficiency   


Sunday, April 16, 2017

Happy Easter!

     Happy Easter!  I'm sharing a link to I Know That My Redeemer Liveth from The Messiah.

Source of text is Job 19:25-26 and I Corinthians 15:20

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Weekly Music Nugget 68

     When I was a high school senior I wrote an essay about music as my drug.  I have never puffed, snorted or injected anything other than an inhaler (that happened last week while I was ill), but I was a music junkee as a teenager.  I would listen to rock via my radio or play classical records over and over.  I loved the emotional highs and lows I got from music.  Why would anyone harm their bodies with drugs  when there is music?  That was the topic of my essay.
     I still enjoy listening to and discovering music that pushes my emotional buttons.  It is a joyful activity.  Music helps me connect with life, both temporal and spiritual.  I might feel joy, sadness, peace, motivation, courage, strength, or even healing.  Sometimes I get goosebumps; sometimes my tummy does flip-flops.
     Yesterday I found another piece I love and a new sensation.  When I listen to this piece I almost vibrate.  It seems "in synch" with my soul.  I don't know how else to explain this.  It's a short classical venture by Billy Joel.  I feel so much during this piece-- melancholy, longing, joy, comfort, peace,  strength, faith, gratitude, and a kind of sureness/support.  It also seems settled, for lack of a better word. It's a hymn.  link--

     As a sidenote, I have been  sick for 2 1/2 weeks.  I even had to bow out of a concert, something I have never done my entire life.  I'm feeling much better today and I'm hopeful this is past.  I hope to get back to blogging soon!

Saturday, March 25, 2017


     My back has been bothering me in the morning and making it difficult to study my AM scriptures.  I try to do it later in the day, but I forget about my blog (the blog actually helps me keep reading).  I think I'm slowly on the mend, and maybe next week I'll be back.  Or maybe two weeks as I won't be available much next week.  So there is my situation...! 

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Song gems

     This morning I'm sharing one of my favorite songs, Homeward Bound, by Marta Keen Thompson   See the link below

Wednesday, March 15, 2017


Elderberries, late summer, Indiana

     I've been thinking about traveling to Racine Symphony and want to ramble about it.  Here goes, and it will probably be a hodge podge of thoughts.
    I don't like taking the freeway to Racine, and I don't need to.  Because I live so far west of Racine and southwest of Milwaukee, and there is only a north-south freeway to aid me,  it doesn't save me much time, or any time, to take the freeway.  I have many county road alternatives.
     I enjoy driving different routes to Racine.  The pace is slower, the scenery is better, it's less boring, and there is less traffic to mess with.  I can just be by myself and think or listen to the radio or CDs.  I love it as the days lengthen/shorten and I can watch the changing light and moods of the sky.  I love watching the changes in farmers' fields, from plowing to growing to harvesting.  It's also fun checking out the houses and occasional roadstand along the way. I've driven some roads so much that I have a few favorite trees that I watch as the seasons change.  I especially loved these drives when my children were home; it was a wonderful break.
     I remember that my mother sometimes took rides in the country with us when I was young.  She never got lost; she had a good sense of direction.  She would check out the local farms, homes, and roadside plants of east central Indiana. She would tell us about the ones she knew. Sometimes she picked elderberries and made jelly out of them (yummy).  We checked the corn fields to see how fast the plants were growing; they were supposed to be knee-high by the Fourth of July.  She also checked out roadside stands; she liked to buy eggs from farmers.  And a good rummage sale might have caught her eye.
     When I was older (college?) she discovered an Amish family near Rushville that sold some things (I don't remember what...eggs? bread?).  She would buy something and bring it home.  She commented on the beautiful Amish quilts they had made.  I think I went with her one time.
     For a few years she went to Spiceland to get raspberries from a local grower.  She had to time it just right!  If successful, she sometimes made a raspberry pie.  She made wonderful pies.
     There was also the strawberry farm in Mechanicsburg, which I think we went to once.  You picked your own berries.
     In late summer and early fall she visited nearby orchards (I only remember ones on Road 40 on the way to Richmond).  She would purchase a large supply of fesh peaches and/or apples.  She  usually got Jonathan and Delicious varieties of the latter.  I liked going with her to the apple orchard and eating one of them on the way home, after cleaning and polishing it on my pants.
     Sometimes my mother would just go exploring along country roads.  I suppose that is where I discovered my enjoyment of this.  When I had a car, I liked doing it, too (although my budget was too tight to do much of it).  When I was finished with BYU, single, and living in Fort Wayne, I liked going to Schmuckers (I think that was the name), a large Amish fresh vegee business northeast of the city.  Man, it was a smelly place.  And they sold much yumminess!
     I loved taking rides on Spiceland Pike, southwest of New Castle, where I grew up.  Such a beautiful drive--I have fond memories.
      I like to go exploring.  If I have my cell phone and don't go too far, I love to do it alone.  There is something intriguing, exciting and freeing about it.  It's hard to explain.  I also love to go exploring with my husband, who is more adventurous than I.  When we moved here, my husband and I, with young kids in tow (they were good travelers), would explore the Milwaukee area.  I loved it!  This place was like a huge treasure chest compared to where I grew up.  Sometimes we discovered local custard stands, bakeries or parks (Milwaukee has great ones); other times we drove farther and found lake parks/beaches, cheese factories, and orchards.  Maybe we'd find an intriguing rummage sale (my husband has a good nose for these).  It was fun checking out the dairy farms as they were not common in Indiana.  Sometimes we got off the freeway and explored backroads. Wisconsin is a beautiful state and has much to experience and see!
     Sometimes I think it might be fun to be a nomad.  But when I really think about it, my realistic self, you would at least need a homebase to operate from.  You need some roots to return to.  Maybe in the next life, when my body is in prime form.  We could just fly (or however you travel) all over the place.  Maybe we could pick elderberries and make celestial jam (oh please...there must be some kind of food in heaven).  I could ride wait...I could FLY horses!  And more beasts, probably......this is sounding good.
     Well, one more rambling.  My mother was an interior decorator.  She didn't have much formal training; I think she took a correspondence course.  She just read a lot and had a natural talent for it.  She was good, too!  She wrote a weekly decorating column for the New Castle paper for awhile called Pat's Hints.  Connected to that was her talk to us about what local homes she liked and how she would change them, in or out.  She would often point homes out during our car rides, telling us what she would change if she owned the house (she moved many times, by the way...12 different places in New Castle).  I find myself doing that in my solo rides.  It's great fun to imagine living in a particular house, what we would do there, and how it would be changed.
     Guess that's the end of these ramblings.......maybe more later.

Snowy Adventures



     What's up with the weather?  Last month  Marched into May and now it really is February.  Snowstorm and all.  It began Sunday night, softly and quietly.  By Monday morning we had a few inches, and by yesterday morning we had ten with maybe more to come.  But no blizzard, I thought...I'm not hearing about wind problems.
     I monitored the snowfall and weather reports throughout the day because I had an orchestral rehearsal in  Racine Monday night, about a 30-35 minute drive for me normally.  Racine is on the Lake Michigan coast, and I live father inland, southwest of Milwaukee.  Reports forecast a lot of snow by late afternoon, and lake effect snow would kick in during the evening.  It would be in progress when I returned home.  In fact, the lake effect would continue Tuesday morning, the final accumulation anywhere from 8 to 12 inches (or something like that, depending on which report). And that morning I also had two concerts for 5th graders in Racine.       Wow, I thought--this is crazy.  Snows like this are expected where I live, but this winter has been odd in that the only big snow we had was in November.  And that was only eight inches; we usually have at least one blizzard with ten or more.   We've had  mild weather for a few years, and many people are out of practice when it comes to dealing with it.
     My worry self began to kick in.  We have armies of snowplows, but they are limited with what they can do in the middle of the storm. And there would be crazy drivers on the road.  No freeways for me, I thought; I'll be nervous enough without having to deal with them. There had already been a couple accidents which shut down parts of the freeways.
     And what's with all the lake effect snow?  And those weathermen "fib" alot.  Are they exaggerating again to keep us safe (or for fear of being sued or something else?).  What's up?  Ah, it was explained; the lake effect was going to be enhanced because there is no ice on Lake Michigan due to the very mild February.
     Enhanced.  What a polite, educated sounding word to describe an increase in lake effect snow.  It almost sounds nice.  Will the flakes sparkle more?  Will they be bigger?  Will they multiply on the way down?  Will they speak?  Will they have intelligence?!  Why can't they say " Whatch out if you live near the lake; you might get dumped on by lots more snow with wind attached."  I think that's what they mean!  And "mean" is appropriate.  As someone commented on Facebook, Mother Nature is in menopause and had a hot flash last month.  Now she's feeling like her old self and SO happy to cool off...and how about some breezes?!  That sounds good, too.  Enhanced???!!!  I think not.  You know, it's kind of hard to sugar coat snow.
     My trip began.  I allowed myself an extra hour. There had been lots of snow where I live, maybe eight inches already.  Fortunately there was hardly any wind, so the plows were doing a good job.  I think they all had a bad case of cabin fever from lack of getting out, and they were really busy.  But what would I meet in Racine?  Oh, those lake effect reports!
     Traveling was slow in Milwaukee. After I turned south  the snow continued until a few miles northwest of Racine.  Then the miracle.  The faucet suddenly turned off.  Ahead of me was a clear black road.  What?!  It continued for awhile and then was just wet with a quarter to half inch of snow.  All the way to rehearsal.  Ha!  This is a brilliant idea, Mother Nature!   Such a pleasant surprise. I was so early I cruised the area for fun.  Is this really happening, I thought?  Oh, those weathermen!!  Now this was truly an enhanced experience.
     I didn't worry much the following morning.  Milwaukee never got much more snow, and it was quiet except for some breezes that had kicked in.  We had a total of ten inches at home, with little drifting.  Traffic was moving along nicely when I left.  It was slower going when I headed south through the county as snow began falling.  The closer I got to Racine, the heavier the snow came down. What's with this?  Those weathermen!!!   By the time I got to the concert I was crawling because of reduced visibility; I had trouble finding the place.  Aaaaaaaaaahhh!!  The weather reports showed that the wind had shifted overnight and the lake effect snow was going south over the lake.  But apparently Mother Nature changed her mind and began fanning the Racine area sometime after 6 AM.   Oh was kind of crazy.  Buses were late, some schools cancelled, and so it went for the first concert.
     By mid morning the wind and snow had ceased.  When I left the sun was shining in a beautiful blue sky.  I waded through deep snow to get to my car, and then had to clean off a ton of it.  I think there were 8-10 inches of wet stuff on my hood.  All that in just a few hours; gives fresh meaning to the word "dump".  When I finally reached the road (after chaos getting there) it was clear.  Really?! What insanity.  Maybe Mother Nature is also bipolar.   Oh, I suppose it's all because the plows were ready for work after our snow drought.  And man, did they make up for lost time.  I had so much fun driving fast again!  Stella, my car, was so happy (she handled this entire experience very well....).
     Well, what can I add... how about the weathermen being honest and saying "We really don't know what's going to happen!  But just in are the possibilites."  And that word enhancement..............enough already.
     I just found this story on the snowfall in Racine...whoa!


Monday, March 13, 2017

Scripture Monday March 13

     Moroni 10: Behold, I would exhort you that when ye shall read these things, if it be wisdom in God that ye should read them, that ye would remember how merciful the Lord hath been unto the children of men, from the creation of Adam even down until the time that ye shall receive these things, and ponder it in your hearts.      And when ye shall receive these things, I would exhort you that ye would ask God, the Eternal Father, in the name of Christ, if these things are not true; and if ye shall ask with a sincere heart, with real intent, having faith in Christ, he will manifest the truth of it unto you, by the power of the Holy Ghost.      And by the power of the Holy Ghost ye may know the truth of all things.   (Book of Mormon)

Sunday, March 12, 2017


     Philippians 4:Those things, which ye have both learned, and received, and heard, and seen in me, do: and the God of peace shall be with you.  (KJV New Testament)

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Sunday Musing on Wednesday--Hymns

     Many years ago one of my sons was seriously ill.  He recovered but within a couple of months the illness returned.  I was angry.  At one point I went down to my basement, threw some things, and told off God. I had a tantrum.  Eventually my faith began to return; I had nowhere else to turn but  God.
     The morning of my son's first treatment came and I was worried.  It was a difficult time for all.  While preparing to drive my son to the hospital for a treatment a hymn popped into my head.  At first I was taken aback because I didn't like the hymn.  It was one of a few on my list of musically deplorables. I thought to myself, where did this come from?  Not from me!  I listened to the lyrics of the hymn and I knew it was a message from the Lord for me and my son, in spite of the tune and dated words.  I sensed there was help supporting us from the other side of the veil; in fact, a whole choir of people.  Here are the lyrics (you can click on link below it to hear it).

  1. 1. We are all enlisted till the conflict is o'er;
    Happy are we! Happy are we!
    Soldiers in the army, there's a bright crown in store;
    We shall win and wear it by and by.
    Haste to the battle, quick to the field;
    Truth is our helmet, buckler, and shield.
    Stand by our colors; proudly they wave!
    We're joyfully, joyfully marching to our home.
  2. (Chorus)
    We are all enlisted till the conflict is o'er;
    Happy are we! Happy are we!
    Soldiers in the army, there's a bright crown in store;
    We shall win and wear it by and by.

      I now have a special appreciation for this hymn.  Maybe I even love it.  I heard it again today after I decided to finally get out of bed and fight "He who shall not be named" as I battled depression and anxiety.
     I have a blossoming testimony of the power of hymns.  As a highly educated musician it's often hard to turn off my distatse for some of the LDS music, but I'm making peace with this by learning that hymns, for the most part, are not meant to be musical gems.  They are messages of spirtual truths from God.  They can convey messages from the Spirit.   When we have spiritual experiences with the hymns, we begin to realize their power to teach and inspire, and we begin to love them.

Scripture March 8

This isn't a scripture, but it is truth.  It's the Young Women's Theme from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, of which I am a member.  It has much to say about the identity and value of women on this "A Day Without Women".

"We are daughters of our Heavenly Father, who loves us, and we love Him. WE WILL “STAND as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places” (Mosiah 18:9) as we strive to live the Young Women values, which are:
Faith • Divine Nature • Individual Worth • Knowledge • Choice and Accountability • Good Works • Integrity • and Virtue
WE BELIEVE as we come to accept and act upon these values, WE WILL BE PREPARED to strengthen home and family, make and keep sacred covenants, receive the ordinances of the temple, and enjoy the blessings of exaltation."

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Scripture March 6


      Proverbs 31:10 ¶Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.     11 The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil.      12 She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.      13 She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.      14 She is like the merchants’ ships; she bringeth her food from afar.      15 She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens.     16 She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.      17 She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.      18 She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night.      19 She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff.      20 She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.      21 She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet.     22 She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothingis silk and purple.     23 Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land.     24 She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant.     25 Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.     26 She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.     27 She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.     28 Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.     29 Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.     30 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.     31 Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.
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In addition to being a violist, I am a wife and mother (three sons). I dabble in writing, handwork, sewing and photography.