There isn´t too much to
report on this week. the days just get really short but the weeks end up
being really long and everything blends together. But operation
reactivation is going pretty cool, I guess you could say. Setting dates
with people to come back to church and be edified by the good word of
God. It´s a wonderful life.
Speaking
of the good word of God, the Book of Mormon has a story about an iron
rod, which is compared to be the word of God. I have an iron rod that I
wear around my neck. My mom sent it to me back in December and told me
to remember the carving that Michael did--a small piece of wood with the
words carved in `hold to the rod` much like the words on my necklace.
Yesterday marked the TENTH YEAR since his death. And every year, on the
death date or birthday, I like to do something to remember/honor him. So
yesterday I wrote a song. And since I have nothing else to say, I will
write it up for you.
It´s called....10 Year Tribute: Hold to the Rod
The prophet Lehi had a dream wherein he saw many things
including a tree--who´s fruit could make one to be exceedingly happy
And he bade his family to come see
Numberless concourses were pressing on all catching hold of the iron rod,
the word of God, for however long it took to see the dawn
And they´d taste the glory of the brightest day,
yet still some people fell away
lost in the mists of darkness.
There was a young boy unsure of where he could turn for joy,
slightly annoyed, a few wrong turns can only lead to tears and burns.
Yet luckily, it was easy to find that good ol´path once left behind
still aligned with pictures in white and arms open wide.
And oh what joy filled the soul when they found he reached the goal
in the right and preparing for eternity
Yet in a flash after the crash, we become a little taken aback...
and there will be many who say
why were you taken away
why oh why did you have to go
I don´t know
and we take all we can find to remind us of the good times
but what they leave behind is the best sign...
After he´s gone, a book, a song,
a suggestion of how to go on,
a hollow log--hold to the rod.
So I´ll grasp onto the end keep pressing on with you my friend
keeping my balance through this mist of darkness
No I don´t ask why anymore, I´ll never know all the answers for sure,
I just put my trust in God and I hold to the rod.
Keep holding on.
Take me where I belong.
HOLD TO THE ROD.
I
am thankful for the examples I have in my life of goodness. And I know
that I have many. I love my mission and that it lets me get closer to
the other side of the viel. Blessed am I.
I love you all! Have a great week! :)
xoxo
Zuster Hoff
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