"'Thou shalt love thy wife with all thy heart, and shalt
cleave unto her and none else.’ (Doctrine & Covenants 42:22) To my
knowledge there is only one other thing in all scripture that we are commanded
to love with all our hearts, and that is God Himself. Think what that means!
This kind of love can be shown for your wives in so many ways. First and
foremost, nothing except God Himself takes priority over your wife in your
life–not work, not recreation, not hobbies. Your wife is your precious, eternal
helpmate–your companion. What does it mean to love someone with all your heart?
It means to love with all your emotional feelings and with all your devotion.
Surely when you love your wife with all your heart, you cannot demean her,
criticize her, find fault with her, or abuse her by words, sullen behavior, or
actions." – President Ezra Taft Benson
Monday, 31 August 2020
Saturday, 29 August 2020
One More Scotty Dog
The 30-foot Smokey Mountain waterfall at the North Carolina
Aquarium was never meant to serve as a wishing well. But there’s just something
about water – any water – that makes us want to toss coins in. The aquarium has
been closed this year since early spring. To save money on electricity, they
shut off the power to the waterfall. The stilled water revealed fifteen years
of accumulated coins in all denominations. Aquarium staff collected twenty
5-gallon buckets full of change, which they cleaned, dried and cashed in for
more than two thousand dollars. The money will go toward general care at the
aquarium. Because even when there aren’t any guests, the tanks still need
cleaning. And all those fish still have to eat. A couple thousand won’t solve
the aquarium’s financial issues, but it will certainly help. And getting all
those soggy pennies back into circulation won’t hurt the coin shortage, either.
Friday, 28 August 2020
Floating Star
O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud—
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.
Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says, ‘I burn.’
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.
It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats’ Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.
-
Robert Frost
Thursday, 27 August 2020
Checkerboard Doll Quilt
Winslow was a cat with a problem. The rescue tabby in South
Philadelphia was seriously overweight. On the advice of her vet, Winslow’s
human Kate started feeding him only prescribed amounts, twice a day. Winslow,
as you might imagine, found his new diet horribly restrictive. He would wander
through the house loudly proclaiming his frustration. Kate realized if she only
fed him in the morning and the evening, she would never hear the end of it. She
also noticed her cat was interested in a toy piano. So, she worked out a deal
with Winslow. Kate now splits the day’s rations into smaller portions. When
Winslow wants a snack, all he has to do is play a few notes. You can hear his “tunes”
on YouTube and Spotify, but Winslow doesn’t care about that. He’s just happy to
have a bit more control over his mealtimes. And the really good news? He’s gradually
losing weight.
Wednesday, 26 August 2020
Sixty-four Arkansas Crossroads
By this time of the year, I’m usually hard at work getting
my state fair challenge quilt finished before the deadline. Not this year. The quilt has binding
and a label, but the competition is just another casualty of COVID-19. By now I’d
have submitted at least two quilt tops for the hospital quilters, and they’d probably
need a third. But the senior center where they sew has been closed since early
March. I’d normally be looking forward to playing in an orchestra for a musical
at the local Catholic school, to attending the Greek festival, to going on an autumn vacation,
or preparing for a holiday recital. But I’m not. I know I should be making good
use of all this extra time, but so many of the things I really enjoy doing have disappeared. I’m
feeling restless, and I keep remembering a Thoreau quote: “As if you could kill
time without injuring eternity.”
Tuesday, 25 August 2020
Monterrey Star
I’m still using fabric from my own stash – mostly. I’ve
actually been inside a quilt shop a few times since March. The first time, there
were so many customers and so few masks. I panicked and skedaddled. Another
time I meant to buy some yardage, saw the line at the cutting table, and
purchased a spool of thread instead. I’ve had these pretty colors nearly a year.
They were a gift from a friend who’s decided she hasn’t time (or maybe patience)
for piecing. I wanted to use them in a medallion quilt – something like the one
in the movie “The BFG.” It took a while, but I finally settled on a pattern
called “Monterrey Medallion” by Atkinson Designs. I thought it was an odd
spelling for the lovely place on the rocky California coast. But Monterrey –
with two R’s – is a mountain city in Mexico. If I need more background fabric to
finish this, I’ll buy it online.
Monday, 24 August 2020
Forty-nine Arkansas Crossroads
“The Book of Mormon describes the power and resurrection of
Christ in terms of two restorations. First, resurrection includes physical
restoration of our proper and perfect frame; even a hair of the head shall not
be lost. This promise gives hope to those who have lost limbs; those who have
lost ability to see, hear, or walk; or those thought lost to relentless
disease, mental illness, or other diminished capacity. He finds us. He makes us
whole. A second promise is that, spiritually, all things shall be restored to
their proper order. This spiritual restoration reflects our works and desires. Because
He knows ours pains, afflictions, sicknesses, our temptations of every kind, He
can, with mercy, succor us according to our infirmities. Because God is just
God, the plan of mercy can appease the demands of justice. We repent and do all
we can. He encircles us eternally in the arms of his love.” – Elder Gerrit W.
Gong
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