I know that sometimes it's probably hard for you to see it, but I'm trying to be like Jesus, and love my Savior very much. He has been so full of grace in my life, and fills my heart and soul with nothing but good things. I feel so sorry when others cannot see that, and my heart breaks for all the souls who still wander crying out. I want to share the Gospel, but my words--though plentiful--just seem to fall out like broken pieces of glass... what is meant to help, so often hurts.
Be good to each other. Never treat your children or spouse, family and friends, with malice or take them lightly. They are such a gift. We live in a country filled with people with decent hearts raised by lonely parents and wandering well-wisher. Let us give our best, despite the worst things that surround us.
I love y'all and am sorry for my own personal pettiness...
--Ray
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I'm not slow; I'm special. (Don't take it personally, everyone finds me offensive. Yet somehow I manage to live with myself.)
A few times in general conference, I've heard speakers reference "I Need Thee Every Hour" as their favorite hymn. Then the speakers go on to talk about how much we need to rely on Christ in our daily lives.
I've often wondered about that: These are apostles and prophets. Surely they are endowed with power and strength far beyond what I can imagine. Yet they emphasize the concept that they must rely on Christ even hour by hour.
As I've grown older, I realize the truth that King Benjamin gave at the end of his address in Mosiah 4:29, "And finally, I cannot tell you allthe things whereby ye may commit sin; for there are divers ways and means, even so many that I cannot number them." I thought that as I grew older I would get stronger. But it seems that as I grow older, the more I realize just how weak I am, and that on my own, I will fall far and fast. I'm beginning to understand the wisdom of prophets and apostles who proclaim, "I need thee every hour."
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The ability to qualify for, receive, and act on personal revelation is the single most important skill that can be acquired in this life. - Julie Beck
I think spiritual strength comes foremost in our ability to recognize our dependency upon God, and what in ourselves causes us to hide or distance ourselves from Him. I guess it's not so much about "Look at all the crap that I can lift!" as much as it is about recognizing we cannot disregard the reverent promptings without paying a tragic price.
--Ray
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I'm not slow; I'm special. (Don't take it personally, everyone finds me offensive. Yet somehow I manage to live with myself.)
I'm having a hard time reconciling the title of this thread... around here in manufacturing, the term clusters has very little to do with that which is graceful or refined or elegant...
In fact, both my boss and I have already this today had to bite our tongue before we said or thought words that were along those terms in referring to our wonderful financial organization...
AAAARRGGGGHHH!! I am sure these financial analysts over in India are smart and know their tasks, but dagnabbit, I can't understand them on the phone when talking with them! It is hard enough crossing the operations / finance border with financial analysts here in the U.S. as we talk to different "languages", but throw in heavy accents that make it nigh unto impossible to understand the words coming out of their mouths... AAAAAAARGGH! It be enough to start talkin' pirate-ese back at the scurvy dogs!
I therefore propose that we change the title of the thread to "Dewdrops of Grace", for that inspires me to think of that hymn that starts out "la da-da-da-da da, la da-da-da-da da, la da-da-da-da da" and has something to do with dew drops and is a favorite prelude / postlude song. (try this if you didn't get the tune from my humming...)
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It seems to me the only thing you've learned is that Caesar is a "salad dressing dude."
I think of little clusters of bullet holes in the paper man.
My dad told a story after my 2yo found his sharpshooter pin from the Marines where the guy in charge sighted in his gun for him. Dad said, "Should've been expert," with a disgusted tone. The guy in charge sighted it too high, and there it was, on the paper guy all in a cluster, about 3 inches too high. He's always been bothered by that. But, he said, when you're young, you don't stand up to the people over you so much.
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Life is tough but it's tougher if you're stupid. -John Wayne