Friday, January 30, 2009

Slow and Steady

Today I have been thinking about the race between the tortise and the hare and how the tortise won because he was steady despite the slowness of his pace. He kept at it. It is true with us and especially in our service to the Lord. It does not matter what our disabilities are or how much brain matter we have lost, if we truly want to serve Him, He will help us overcome the obstacles and He will help us to win our personal race for eternal life.


The Race

Who is it that will win the race?
The one who is very swift
Or one with a steady pace
Who humbly prays for a gift?

Is the race won by the strongest
Or the weak things of the earth?
Is it won by the brightest
Or the meek of great worth?

It is not how fast we are
Or how high our I Q.
What matters by far
Is the good we do.

God blesses the humble
Who move slow but steady,
Who do not mumble,
Those who are ever ready.

30 Jan 2009 Suzanne Halliday

Ecclesiastes 9:11, "I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong..."
Doctrine and Covenants 64:33, "Wherefore, be not weary in well doing, for ye are laying the foundation of a great work. And out of small things proceedeth that which is great."

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Mayer, Arizona
My name is Suzanne Osborne Halliday. I am a mother of five sons: Michael, Edward, Stephen, Bruce and Daniel. I have a beloved step daughter: Lisa. I am the grandmother of seven grandsons: Anthony, Joshua, Aaron, Tyler, Mattie, Sydney, Zachary, and three grand daughters: Bella, Gali and Alycia. I was born in Wichita, Kansas in 1942 to Harvey Osborne and Joyce White. When I was nine years old my parents moved to Peridot, Arizona, a village on the San Carlos Apache Indian Reservation where my father had bought a trading post. It was not long after this that I was first introduced to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. A family down the road invited me to attend Primary. It was held in the back of the Weech's Trading Post in San Carlos. This was where I learned that I because of Jesus Christ I could return to live with my Heavenly Father again one day. Three years later my heart was touched by a Joseph Smith pamphlet I found in my brother Stevie's lunch pail. I joined the church 13 May 1961 when I was 19 years old. This decision has greatly changed my life.