“For I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.”
Apostle Paul, Philippians 4:11
Have you ever been so tired you could sleep anywhere, in any position? Well, The Chocoholic was last night! We didn’t get home until 11:00 and this is how I found him when we pulled into the garage. Yes, he is dead asleep!
We women have a lot to learn about simplifying our lives. We have to decide what is important and then move along at a pace that is comfortable for us. We have to develop the maturity to stop trying to prove something. We have to learn to be content with what we are.
-Marjorie Pay Hinckley
The Secret Heart
by Claire Helmers (c)1997 all rights reserved
I wonder, if you know how much I need your love.
How much I crave a compliment, how much I want a hug.
I wonder if you share my fear of always falling short
Of thinking I’m the only one with faults and sins and warts.
Do you, like me, put on a face that says your life is swell,
But shake and tremble deep inside that fragile outer shell?
Please don’t be fooled by my facade, I’ve worn it now for years
But often, just below my smile, my throat is full of tears.
Are you convinced that others here are worthier than you?
They know the gospel, pay their tithes, and shine in Sunday School
Their kids don’t fight, their house is clean, they never raise their voice.
You’d gladly trade your life for theirs, if you just had a choice.
Well, please remember, sisters dear, that life’s not all it seems.
The lives that other women live are only in your dreams
They worry, struggle, cry and pray, and never have enough
Of love from women like yourself, of gentle female stuff.
I need your love like you need mine; I need forgiveness too
For falling short of my ideals, and wishing I was you
So if you like me, tell me so, just tell me to my face
I need to hear that, oh so much: I need your warm embrace.
Do you like my dress, my smile, the lesson I just gave?
Well, tell me every Sunday, please; I’d love it if you rave.
You see, I’m not as smart or strong or good as you may think;
Life gets me down; you’d be surprised how low my moods can sink.
Well, who am I? I’m everyone—I’m every woman here
Who needs a friend, a confidante, a non-judgmental ear,
Who wants to feel important and to know somebody cares,
Who needs to feel she’s up to all the burdens that she bears.
So please don’t be afraid of me; draw near to me instead,
Pour out your heart and soul to me and get inside my head.
Let’s be a whole fraternity of inter linking hearts.
That’s how the Savior planned it, if we each just do our part.
My dad requested that my family write some new verses for the “Book of Mormon Stories” song in the Children’s Songbook. This is what we came up with.
Alma heard the word of God from Abinidi.
In the waters of Mormon many were baptized.
As a father he prayed for his wayward son.
God heard him as he prayed, and salvation won.
Abish had a testimony, knew the church was true.
Served the queen but couldn't share the truths that she knew.
Ammon taught and people fought, she knew just what to do.
The Spirit spoke, the people woke knowing it was true.
Nephi was a prophet in the Book of Mormon times.
He was hunting animals, his bow of steel broke.
His brothers were mad at him, so he went and prayed.
Our Father helped him find food to eat.
Joseph Smith was a prophet and he saw a vision.
He translated the golden plates with the Urim and Thummim.
A mighty work had come forth, it was the Book of Mormon,
With a promise, if we read, we will know the truth.
After Nephi's family had left Jerusalem,
They went back to get the plates and said it would be done.
Laban tried to stop them but his efforts were in vain.
The plates of brass were saved for posterity.
Moroni was a warrior and a man of God,
war had come to the land, the people were in fear.
In memory of our God, our faith, our wives and children, too.
The Title of Liberty, over the land, flew.
Mahonri Moriancumer was faithful to the Lord,
He had to build eight barges to cross the mighty sea.
He went unto the mount to seek help from God above,
God touched the stones and they glowed brightly.
The Ammonites changed their name to Anti-Nephi-Lehites.
They buried all their weapons to make a covenant.
They would rather die than break their promise.
They never took their swords and killed after that.
Enos was a prophet who lived in Nephite times.
When he was down in both spirit and mind.
He went into the forest and prayed both day and night.
Forgiven, just because, he had faith.
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