I don’t know how long it’s been since I wrote a “Spiritual Matters” post—I mean, yesterday’s post aside. Today I woke up feeling quite, quite good for a Monday and I attribute it more to writing yesterday than to the content of the post. Wait, let me say that betterer. I mean, I feel good because I wrote about spiritual matters yesterday, not just because of the specific content (about dealing with pain).
I was pretty tired last night, but I learned another cool thing while I reread what I wrote. I tried to tack it onto the post, but I couldn’t find the scripture I was looking for.
Elder Neal A. Maxwell
Today I listened to Elder Maxwell’s April 1997 General Conference talk (referenced in yesterday’s post), “From Whom All Blessings Flow.” It’s 6 minutes, 45 seconds long, and well worth listening to. (Elder Maxwell was ill with cancer at the time; he died 21 July 2004.) He quoted my scripture for me, right at the end of his talk.
- “Behold, my brethren, he that prophesieth, let him prophesy to the understanding of men; for the Spirit speaketh the truth and lieth not. Wherefore, it speaketh of things as they really are, and of things as they really will be; wherefore, these things are manifested unto us plainly, for the salvation of our souls. But behold, we are not witnesses alone in these things; for God also spake them unto prophets of old.” (Jacob 4:13)
I often read or hear the expression, “Worship the Lord in Spirit and Truth” (not sure if Spirit and Truth are capitalized), and I wonder what it means. Worship the Lord, I get; Spirit, I get; Truth, too. But why put it all together?
Last night I stumbled upon a possibility. Today I wish to add to it. Read More →
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about apologies and how to accept them. I’ve even done a little research. Seems like there are those who find it difficult to apologize and those who find it easy. There are also those who find it easy to accept apologies and those who find it difficult to accept them. I suppose there are also those who find it easy to not get offended and those who find it hard to not get offended.
The beginning of one of the blackest times in my life–saying goodbye to my best buddy, our dog, Christy, March 2003.
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It’s easy to forget this is a blog and not a television show; web-log, not production number. Sometimes I put forth too much effort, I think. In the spirit of writing something self-beneficial, I dedicate this entry . . .
To my Windswept Mind:
Things I’m likely to forget even if I write them down, but which may surprise and delight me should I run across them later on.
Thing One–See the Signs
Signs a project has, or projects have, been abandoned:
Yes sir, yes sir, three looms full–of started projects most likely never-to-be-completed.
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We got rid of a bunch of stuff today (Saturday). Company’s coming next week and we must have room to unfold the hide-a-bed couch. Stacks of stuff were loaded into the car (Polly had to stay home because there wasn’t room for her) and we drove to D.I. (Deseret Industries–local thrift store). About six guys (it took six) swarmed our car and unloaded everything quick as a wink. All those books and DVDs and old clothes and other rummage that had been piling up like a castle in the middle of the downstairs floor for–what? like, five months–were gone, poof, like Brigadoon. Read More →