Thursday, November 30, 2006

Prayer of Thanksgiving

Have you ever been humming a tune or listening to the words of a particular song and a phrase jumps out. That happened to me during the Thanksgiving weekend.

Prayer of Thanksgiving
Hymn 93
To be sung "Joyfully"

". . . He forgets not his own."

In my patriarchal blessing, it starts with "Sister Carol, you are a child of God and your Heavenly Father loves you . . ." From the very beginning of my memory of this life I have always known I have a Father in Heaven and that he loves me. How wonderful to know He still considers me His own.

I teach the gospel doctrine class every other Sunday. This last Sunday was Bishop Lowder's lesson. I was surprised by the prayers. Usually they pray for the teacher who is giving the lesson. This time both prayers added my name also. I was very touched and then thought that probably I was being prayed over more than I thought. I know I pray over my family and friends (and a few characters), but I hadn't thought much about them praying over me. That was a sweet incite!

I love printed quotes, incites, scriptures, etc. and hang them throughout my home. I have found a new one. In the Ensign/November '06, President Monson's quotes a wonderful thought. "The Lord has two homes, heaven and a grateful heart".

"Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining,
Ordaining, maintaining his kingdom divine;
So from the beginning the fight we were winning;
Thou, Lord, wast at our side; All glory be thine!"

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Ode to the Lost First Blog

Where is my first blog?

It was filled with witty prologue, profound questions, deep inner perspective thoughts, and awesome quotes. There were hours spent on it to place my blog above all other blogs. Yes, family and friends it was all in there. It just didn't make it past------------.....

What? Error? "Your HTML cannot be accepted; closing tag has not matching opening tag;" "WHAT IS A TAG?"

I just pushed publish. No problem. I'll just save it! I can cut and paste.

Highlight blog/edit/lose my highlight!
Highlight blog/edit/lose my highlight?
Right click/copy/paste blocked. What is going on?

I'll call Crystal, we will save it!

"Mom go here, do this, what do you see?" SEE! I see disaster. I am going to lose my masterpiece. (Light swearing under breath "Raspberry POOP!) "Mom what do you see now? Nothing. I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN!!! "Mom, I'll try to retrieve it. I'll call you back." Okay, Crystal, the title is WHY? (Stupid title!!!)

Mom, do you know what you did to lose it? Muttering under breath. "I flushed the toilet". Are you kidding? Have you ever gone to the Help section? Trust me it is not a pretty place. All I want is a human voice that says "I feel your pain, push the easy button and everything will be okay." At the end they ask, Was this information helpful (YES), (NO). They should have asked, can we take over from here and put you out of your misery?

But then it is a scary thought, to send your personal thoughts and intimate concerns into cyberspace. Why, someone could steal my personal identity and make off with my $369.14 from my Capitol One bank account. (HAH, HAH, I caught you cyberspace bank snitches, there is no such account). Yes, I may be a bit paranoid but...

"Mom what did you do besides spell check?" Lets see, up in that row of icons for spell checking is an icon for quotations. Yes, I pushed that but it didn't work.

"MOM, not that icon! Do you know what that icon is? It is used for special codes. For people with degrees in cryptic languages. YOU PUSHED THAT?"

Why do these programs give you so many choices.

"Hello, mom? I just found out what HTML means... (Yadda, Yadda)

You know, I'm not surprised this happens to you. Oh by the way mom, remember that this is just blogging."

So here goes the second blog... NEAL, NEAAAAL, don't flush that toliet!!!

Rest of the story-

Well, the second blog was almost a "Forgotten Carol" ;) comment but Crystal came to the rescue. It's queer how the same Error came up again but this time I tried to save as a draft. I closed down the internet and let Crystal blog in. There was nothing there, so by modern communications, cell phone and land phones I dictated the draft that was still on my computer screen to her. Thanks Crystal, for being there and never giving up.