January 20, 2011
A couple of weekends ago, I went up to Cedar for Hutcher's baptism. How beautiful and special it is to see someone you love so much walk up to you dressed up all in white with a glowing grin on their face. Hutch is so special. He has this inner strength about him, that makes you feel stronger. He also has the ability to make you feel like you are the only person in the room and that you matter. I love him so much and am so proud of him !! I am grateful for the gospel, and the basic teachings it gives us. As I get older, there is nothing better than to see the children in my life believe and live these teachings. It is a joy to me !!
HOLLA AT TAMPA
January 11, 2011
For some reason I have been getting free movie channels lately. So of course, I have been going through and taping ones that I have not seen yet. Dad and I watched one last night, "Invictus". Loved it. It is a true story based on the life of Nelson Mandela. What a great example of forgiveness and perseverance he is. Plus it had some great music, rugby, and actors in it. But, by far, I loved the poem that the movie was named after. Mandela was in a small prison for 27 years... some say wrongly accused. He used this poem to get him through. You know it is easy to complain about the problems in our own lives... we didn't get this, or being tired... etc. But, when I look at someone like him, and what he overcame... I have no room to talk or complain. We can choose our attitudes, our reactions, our words, our lives, our friends, our beliefs, our everything. How blessed are we to live in a country where we can be "Captain of our Souls". It was an inspiration to me. Yah, I will be purchasing it !!
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
HOLLA AT TAMPA