Day 5 Giving I find myself thinking more and more of this phrase all day long every day. "Let Him in" It feels good to think of this and find ways to be more Christlike. I feel like I am learning to have more patience as the day goes by and I feel more love towards other people.
As I was waiting in line with my cart full of groceries I turn around and see this lady waiting patiently with only like 3 things in her cart. I felt like I needed to ask her if she wanted to go ahead of me, so I did offer. She said with a smile, that was really nice of me to ask her that, but she was fine and did not have to be anywhere and did not mind waiting. I felt good after I did that and I felt much happier and could feel the Christmas spirit more.
Also, as my sister and I were on Bangerter highway on our way to clean a house yesterday we saw like 8 police motorcycles and police cars with their lights on leading a funeral procession on the other side of the freeway and then police cars with their lights on in the back. No other cars were on the freeway and we wondered who it might be. We all the sudden thought it could be Elder Worthlins funeral because that was this day. It got us thinking of him and what a great man he was, and to think about how much he gave to others. We are not sure it was him because we think he was buried in Salt Lake, but it was good to remember him and his family and it gave us goose bumps. It made our day a little better.
Day 6 Good Sportsmanship Today I was reminded of a song as I watched Parker's futsal soccer game today. The song is called, "His Hands." During Parker's game, which got a little physical an opposing player got tripped and fell to the ground. Parker went right over to him and stuck his hand out and pulled him up and they continued their game. We ended up loosing, but as all the players were getting their stuff and leaving both teams shook hands and patted each other on backs and they all left smiling. I thought that was so nice of Parker to be concerned about the other player and help him up when he fell, and that's when I thought of that song "His Hands" by Kenneth Cope.
His hands tools of creation stronger than nations power without end and yet through them we find our truest friend his hands sermons of kindness healing men's blindness halting years of pain children waiting to be held again his hands would serve his whole life though showing man what hands might do giving, ever giving, endlessly each day was filled with selflessness and I'll not rest until i make up my hands what they could be 'til these hands become like those from Galilee.
His hands lifting a leper warming a beggar calling back the dead breaking bread, five thousand fed his hands hushing contention pointing to heaven ever free of sin then bidding man to follow him his hands would serve his whole life though showing man what hands might do giving, ever giving, endlessly each day was filled with selflessness and I'll not rest until I make up my hands what they could be 'til these hands become like those from Galilee.
His hands clasped in agony as he lay pleading, bleeding in the garden while just moments away other hands betray him out of greed, shameful greed and then his hands are trembling straining to carry the beam that they've been led to as he stumbles through the streets heading towards the hill on which he died he would die they take his hands, his mighty hands, those gentle hands and then they pierce them, they pierce them he lets them, because of love from birth to death was selflessness and clearly now I see him with his hands calling to me and though I'm not yet as I would be he has shown me how I could be. I will make my hands like those from Galilee.
If we could be like that and remember all the things the Savior has done for us with His hands we could "Let Him In" more in our lives.