Sunday, December 30, 2012

Friday, December 21, 2012

Fire Proof --the movie (never leave your partner)

‎1 Corinthians 13:4-7: “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” (NIV)

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Christmas Spirit E. C. Baird


I am the Christmas Spirit.

I enter the home of poverty, causing pale-faced children to open their eyes wide in pleased wonder.

I cause the miser’s clutched hand to relax and thus paint a bright spot on his soul.

I cause the aged to renew their youth and to laugh in the glad old way.

I keep romance alive in the heart of childhood and brighten sleep with dreams woven of magic.

I cause eager feet to climb dark stairways with filled baskets, leaving behind them hearts amazed at the goodness of the world.

I cause the prodigal to pause a moment on his wild, wasteful way, and send to anxious love some little token that releases glad tears—tears which wash away the hard lines of sorrow.

I enter dark prison cells, reminding scarred manhood of what might have been, and pointing forward to good days yet to come.

I come softly into the still, white home of pain; and lips that are too weak to speak just tremble in silent, eloquent gratitude.

In a thousand ways I cause the weary world to look up into the face of God, and for a little moment forget the things that are small and wretched.

I am the Christmas Spirit.

E. C. Baird, Christmas Spirit

Monday, December 3, 2012

Meeting Your Goliath ---- Thomas S. Monson   YouTube




A Timeline Of Talks On Service By: President Thomas S. Monson  YouTube

The Rainy Day


Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;

 It rains, and the wind is never weary;

 The vine still clings to the moldering wall,

 But at every gust the dead leaves fall,

 And the day is dark and dreary.

 
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;

 It rains, and the wind is never weary;

 My thoughts still cling to the moldering Past,

 But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast

 And the days are dark and dreary.

 
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;

 Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;

 Thy fate is the common fate of all,

 Into each life some rain must fall,

 Some days must be dark and dreary.