The Sabbath Day is a tender occurrence and certainly my most favorite day of the week. It has been said in a Jewish proverb something to the effect that the Sabbath observance is the means to fill one’s soul sufficiently to make it through the week. What I like about this is that I do believe that meeting with my church family on Sunday does indeed get me through the week and anticipating another fill-up at the end. A frustration, the week contains sufficient means to pull it all out of you.
Nature is another thing good for the soul. Too many reasons for being couped up in the home. I miss opening up the house and airing it out as we sit out this fire season. The few times I have gone against better judgment it has left me unease amidst absorption in an eerie silence. Birds should be chirping joyful melodies; dead calm isn’t much good to anyone.
Maybe not a general truth per se, but something applicable just the same regarding talent is, ‘if you don’t use it, you’ll lose it.’ I know the number of rounds of golf I’ve played this century will not get me past all the fingers of one hand. I think that I’ve been taken on as a special project to increase those numbers. Wild Wings and Plumas Lake Golf Clubs are good places to get back in the swing of things. I couldn’t resist the pun.
My first recollections would be the Arbuckle Food Center. More recently he took care of my Girls during lunch at the AES cafeteria. I don’t doubt he took care of all our kids until he retired. Now it is good times with his children and grandchildren and squeezing in golf with me. This is another activity that does my soul good. I will always be indebted; I cherish the association.
It was easy to work the farm during that period of my life. I find it difficult to separate outdoors from nature. I have gotten caught up in the straightness of my neighbors’ rows as well as their weeds. Repentance is a wonderful alley. You might appreciate the eternal perspective of a temporal utterance that a clean field doesn’t become weedy all at once. I will have to track down the contributor.
Gratitude is good for the soul. It is easy to give an answer to every man that asks the reason of the hope that is in me. The Book of Mormon prophet Nephi pins it eloquently, “And we talk of Christ, we rejoice in Christ, we preach of Christ, we prophesy of Christ, and we write according to our prophecies, that our children may know to what source they may look for a remission of their sins.”
When the Lord’s Prophet speaks I tend to listen. Russell M. Nelson applied words that we often hear about a ‘new normal;’ my skinned crawled. My incredible state of bliss immediately departed. Hearing ‘new normal’ ranks right up there with ‘we are all in this together.’ This is confirmed to me watching Nancy Pelosi eat ice cream. But the teachings of one much wiser and loving than I did not fall on deaf ears. I will be embracing my ‘new normal’ by turning my heart, mind, and soul ever increasingly to God, the Father, and His Son, Jesus Christ.
If we are still and in tune, we just might catch the whisperings of the Spirit. My foul mood of the past accentuated my current, captivating high. There isn’t much better than a Sunday Worship, except a Saturday and Sunday of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints Conference. The earth may be in commotion, but Christ is in charge! Much to ponder. My soul has been renewed for another six months. I look forward with joyful anticipation to April 2021 Conference. ♣