Category Archives: Good Works

Making things better…

This week has been a big lesson on making things better for other people.
Sometimes I am not in a position to help. Sometimes I am but I shouldn’t. Sometimes others will not let me help. Sometimes I just do not know how. What I do know is that I want to make things better. Sometimes I think the worst suffering is watching someone you love suffer.

You’re getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder
And I don’t understand, and I don’t understand
But if I kiss you where it’s sore
If I kiss you where it’s sore
Will you feel better
Will you feel anything at all…

It makes me frustrated. I know that sometimes I get in the mood where I refuse to feel better. I hate it when others are that way. JUST LET ME KISS YOU WHERE IT IS SORE (thank you Regina)!!!! IT MIGHT NOT MAKE THINGS CHANGE OR GO AWAY BUT I PROMISE YOU WILL FEEL BETTER!

Let me love you out of your sadness. At least for a time. Or let me listen to your sorrow with you. I am really good at sitting and snuggling. I have all this love inside me and it can be put to good use.

I know that there are many many things that only God can satisfy. If you cannot let me in please let HIM in. I promise He will take care of you. In fact He will do a way better job than I ever could. After all, He is your Father.

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For you Brady

I have a friend whose son died this past fall.  For Christmas they have asked people to give Brady a gift.  This gift is to be an act of service.  Any kind of service for anyone.  This service we are to dedicate to Brady and write about.  Tonight at his grave they are gathering to read all the acts of service that have been done on his behalf.

Now I never knew Brady and I really don’t even know my friend all that well.  But seeking service to dedicate to Brady has really brought the real meaning of Christmas into my heart this season: Jesus Christ.  The spirit that Christ brings into my life is more magical, changing, and lasting than any tangible object, vacation or good time.

I offer an invitation to all to seek service and dedicate it to someone.  Not just for Christmas but anytime.  Please feel free to keep your story to yourself or to share it to me.  I would love to feel your experience.

Merry Christmas Brady!

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Nativity photo by Mark Mabry


How can you help others bear their burdens?

And it came to pass after many days there were a goodly number gathered together at the place of Mormon, to hear the words of Alma. Yea, all were gathered together that believed on his word, to hear him. And he did teach them, and did preach unto them repentance, and redemption, and faith on the Lord.  And it came to pass that he said unto them: Behold, here are the waters of Mormon (for thus were they called) and now, as ye are desirous to come into the fold of God, and to be called his people, and are willing to bear one another’s burdens, that they may be light;   Yea, and are willing to mourn with those that mourn; yea, and comfort those that stand in need of comfort, and to stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places that ye may be in, even until death, that ye may be redeemed of God, and be numbered with those of the first resurrection, that ye may have eternal life—  Now I say unto you, if this be the desire of your hearts, what have you against being baptized in the name of the Lord, as a witness before him that ye have entered into a covenant with him, that ye will serve him and keep his commandments, that he may pour out his Spirit more abundantly upon you?  (Mosiah 18:7-10)
We have made a promise to help bear one another’s burdens.  At times this can weigh very heavy on our shoulders and our hearts.  I know that when I really listen, when I pray with real intent and when I just sit there is a stretching of the soul but there is also a healing of the soul.  I feel that when we are there for another person we become the physical arms for Jesus.  I know He works through us.  I am so very grateful for those of you who help carry me through my hard times.  We all know I have them often enough.  Your encouraging words lift me.  Your words that are hard to hear but ever true are just what I need to get me moving in the right direction.  Your ability to listen to me tell the same old story over and over again is an example of  long-suffering.  Thank you for teaching me how “pause and help to lift another.”