Oh, to be mended!

I'm feeling a bit broken today and so I thought I would repost this video that I put together back in June. I thought that some of the rest of you might like to see it, perhaps for the first time. Maybe you are feeling in need of a little soul mending as well as me.



Is reposting something like regifting? Not that there is anything wrong with that.

Kenneth Kope is singing this song. I think he rocks, go out and buy his CD's. And he didn't even pay me to say that or anything. I chose pictures that I thought went with the music.

In many ways it is a good thing to have the chance to be broken so that you can feel the miracle of mercy when the Master heals the wounded heart or hip for that matter.

Happy Sabbath everyone!

Pat's Ponderings

When I was at Women's Conference, I was able to attend a musical performance by several different LDS performers. One of those was Kenneth Kope. He sang a song about how the Lord loves broken things. This song really spoke to my soul and I have listened to it many times since. I don't know if I have thought about the fact that the Lord might love me even more because I am broken, than he would if I was perfect. Something to ponder. I think Satan tries to discourage me by telling me that I need to be perfect, now. It is kind of like that Lynn Robbins book, I believe in Christ, but do I believe Christ, when he says that he can take my life, mistakes and all, and make me whole. This song reminds me that I do.

This song invoked such imagery in my mind and I figured it would be perfect for a slide show. As of right now, I don't have a lesson or anything to show this at. Marion says that I should make up a lesson for it to go with. Perhaps it is enough for it to be just for me, to uplift and encourage me when I am feeling down. I choose some of my favorite pictures to go along with the music. So for now I will just share it with all of you.

White Hankie for the Prophet

Even though I already wrote a post about the passing of Gordon B Hinkley, the funeral on Saturday brought up more thoughts that I wanted to record. As I watched the funeral procession I found myself wishing that I could be standing on the street waving a white hankie. So this post is a symbolic "white hankie" for a man whose footprints will be indelibly imprinted on my heart. The dictionary defines indelible as: 1.making marks that cannot be erased, removed, or the like: indelible ink. and 2. that cannot be eliminated, forgotten, changed, or the like: the indelible memories of war; the indelible influence of a great teacher. I think that pretty well sums up how I feel about President Hinkley. The words of one of my favorite songs from the musical Wicked come to mind. Those lyrics are "because I knew you, I have been changed for good." That is another sentiment the I feel strongly about the former prophet. It is interesting because I was actually able to shake hands personally with both President Kimball and President Benson, but I was never even ever in the same meeting with President Hinkley. This does not seem to matter in the smallest with the connection and influence he has had on my life. For that I will be forever grateful and blessed. Also as I watched the funeral when Pres. Eyring was speaking, I marveled at the eloquence of the words that he was saying. I wondered how to these men always say just the right thing. The thought then came to me that it was really the Lord speaking to all of us, when any of the men speak. I realized how blessed we are by the Lord through each of these wonderful men and that I often take that for granted. Now I look forward to seeing how the Lord will touch and change my life through President Monson.