I wrote the following poem because I was seeing a very harsh side of myself but as I prayed about it, God truly blessed me and gave me word to describe what happened. I thought that no one else would get any good out of the poem but I was wrong. I shared it with a friend and it made her feel better. She wondered how I knew.
Power of Prayer
At times when I see a fault,
My soul does a somesault,
But even then I feel God there
Through the power of humble prayer.
He shows me in some little way,
That He is there for me everyday.
It might be in a beautiful sunrise,
That I see His glory in the skies.
Sometimes when I sit and index,
He takes away from me a vex.
And as I discern a hard word,
I truly know my prayer was heard.
Sometimes when the day is strange,
He steps in my soul to rearrange.
Sometimes he sends a treasure
That I might see my true measure.
28 Feb 2009 Suzanne Halliday
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
God's Surprise
Last night shortly after 5 O'clock I put my shoes on, pushed away from the computer desk and told Missie we were going walking. I was in the kitchen when I heard a ringing come from the computer. One of my missionaries needed help. I did not even have Siebel up. I finally got on and clicked on Monitor so I could join the conversation. The patron needed a transfer to HQ. I talked the missionary through it but it did not work for her. Finally I told her to give me the patron's phone number and the case number.
I called the patron and attempted an announced transfer and got a technician but I lost the "complete transfer" button. I retrieved the patron from hold and tried it again. This time I clicked on "Conference". We got a technician in Japan. (By this time I knew a walk was out of the question and Missie had curled up at my feet. I had a feeling though that God might have a blessing in store for me.)
The HQ missionary did a landesk and talked to the patron as he did it. He remarked how wonderful our technology was that he could help her all the way around the world. He discovered that it was her firewall that was blocking some batches from downloading. By this time it was 6:20 PM and I knew the sun had gone down. I got Missie anyway and out we went to the neighbor's to see if she wanted to walk to the end of our long block and back. On the way to her house I noticed the clouds to the West. They were all gray with a beautiful pattern and I assumed that we had missed a beautiful sunset. As Evelyn and I started out, we saw a little pink to the Northwest. To our surprise it began to spread and got brighter. Soon it had traveled to the Southwest where I had seen the beautiful cloud pattern. All the clouds there turned bright pink and looked like tongues of color spreading upward. It was the most beautiful sunset I have seen in a long time. Evelyn and I said it would have made a beautiful painting.
But that was not the end of God's surprise for me. As Missie and I neared the house, I smelled the most beautiful fragrance and nothing around is in bloom. God blessed me with a beautiful surprise to delight my senses.
I called the patron and attempted an announced transfer and got a technician but I lost the "complete transfer" button. I retrieved the patron from hold and tried it again. This time I clicked on "Conference". We got a technician in Japan. (By this time I knew a walk was out of the question and Missie had curled up at my feet. I had a feeling though that God might have a blessing in store for me.)
The HQ missionary did a landesk and talked to the patron as he did it. He remarked how wonderful our technology was that he could help her all the way around the world. He discovered that it was her firewall that was blocking some batches from downloading. By this time it was 6:20 PM and I knew the sun had gone down. I got Missie anyway and out we went to the neighbor's to see if she wanted to walk to the end of our long block and back. On the way to her house I noticed the clouds to the West. They were all gray with a beautiful pattern and I assumed that we had missed a beautiful sunset. As Evelyn and I started out, we saw a little pink to the Northwest. To our surprise it began to spread and got brighter. Soon it had traveled to the Southwest where I had seen the beautiful cloud pattern. All the clouds there turned bright pink and looked like tongues of color spreading upward. It was the most beautiful sunset I have seen in a long time. Evelyn and I said it would have made a beautiful painting.
But that was not the end of God's surprise for me. As Missie and I neared the house, I smelled the most beautiful fragrance and nothing around is in bloom. God blessed me with a beautiful surprise to delight my senses.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Bruce's poem
Bruce wrote a poem about Victory today. It is a truth that I never considered. Everytime we follow God and do what the Spirit whispers or follow counsel, it is a victory and if we claim it as a victory, then more victories will follow.
Victory
Our forefathers fought and died for our freedom
That we hold sacred to this very day.
At the close of every triumphant battle they fought,
Sounded the cry, "Victory, Victory, Victory!!!
Those cries were heralded throughout every battlefield
And used to rally morale to obtain Victory after Victory.
Victory is not just found on a physical battlefield
But on spiritual ones as well.
Everyday we engage in battles to work toward
And obtain our salvation.
These battles at times are taken for granted
And we do not give praise to the victory.
Anytime we win a battle over Satan
No matter how frequent the battle is waged,
"Victory!" should be our rallying cry within our soul.
Every time we go to church. Victory!.
Every time we say a prayer. Victory!
Every time we read our scriptures. Victory!
Every time we visit teach or home teach. Victory!
Every time we do missionary work. Victory!
Every time we give or receive a blessing. Victory!
Every time we act in the name of God.
Victory! Victory! Victory!
When we win a battle no matter how small,
"Victory!" must be our cry in our hearts.
With this cry will come more victories.
Victories without number.
Victory! Victory! Victory!
By Bruce Halliday Feb 23rd, 2009
Victory
Our forefathers fought and died for our freedom
That we hold sacred to this very day.
At the close of every triumphant battle they fought,
Sounded the cry, "Victory, Victory, Victory!!!
Those cries were heralded throughout every battlefield
And used to rally morale to obtain Victory after Victory.
Victory is not just found on a physical battlefield
But on spiritual ones as well.
Everyday we engage in battles to work toward
And obtain our salvation.
These battles at times are taken for granted
And we do not give praise to the victory.
Anytime we win a battle over Satan
No matter how frequent the battle is waged,
"Victory!" should be our rallying cry within our soul.
Every time we go to church. Victory!.
Every time we say a prayer. Victory!
Every time we read our scriptures. Victory!
Every time we visit teach or home teach. Victory!
Every time we do missionary work. Victory!
Every time we give or receive a blessing. Victory!
Every time we act in the name of God.
Victory! Victory! Victory!
When we win a battle no matter how small,
"Victory!" must be our cry in our hearts.
With this cry will come more victories.
Victories without number.
Victory! Victory! Victory!
By Bruce Halliday Feb 23rd, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Decision
Today I finally made a decision to hold regular office hours for my team on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 9 to 1 PM Mountain time. I felt a load fall off my shoulders. On those days I will index until someone skypes me with a question or something they need. Then I can call them.
Monday, February 16, 2009
God's hand
Today I prayed to see God's hand in me. When I needed to patient be, God stepped in to help me. I was given a kind friendly voice as I helped someone make a wise choice.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
My Faith
Founded Upon a Rock
Some days my mind is blown away,
But my faith in Christ is here to stay.
I may fall and skin my knee
But He is always there to heal me.
Sometimes I make mistakes
And some days I am a flake,
But on those days He holds me tight
And leads me back into the light.
Sometimes the wind seems to much
Until I feel His gentle touch.
He always lets me know
That I am not alone here below.
He will always be here for me
And one day His face I will see.
In His time and in His place
I will behold His wondrous grace.
14 Feb 2008 Suzanne Halliday
Matthew 7:24-25, "Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock: And the rain descended, and the floods came and the winds blew and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock."
Some days my mind is blown away,
But my faith in Christ is here to stay.
I may fall and skin my knee
But He is always there to heal me.
Sometimes I make mistakes
And some days I am a flake,
But on those days He holds me tight
And leads me back into the light.
Sometimes the wind seems to much
Until I feel His gentle touch.
He always lets me know
That I am not alone here below.
He will always be here for me
And one day His face I will see.
In His time and in His place
I will behold His wondrous grace.
14 Feb 2008 Suzanne Halliday
Matthew 7:24-25, "Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock: And the rain descended, and the floods came and the winds blew and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock."
Valentine's Day
Yesterday I first received a Valentine card from Ed and Bonnie and family. Then in the afternoon Missie and I walked up to the mailbox to mail Mike and Steve's valentines. In Mike's card I thanked him for all of the many bouquets of flowers he has sent me. As Missie and I walked and I looked at the mountain many feelings of hope and promise flowed to me. Some involved my friend LaRene who recently moved back to Spring Valley with her husband Don.
When we got back there was a knock on the door and a delivery man was bringing a bouquet of flowers with a Valentine baloon from Mike. The tears of joy are still flowing. It was like a gift of hope. Over 16 years ago Mike was diagnosed with HIV and over 10 years ago he was diagnosed with full blown aides. It is a miracle he is still alive. He has almost died many times and everytime he has been near death's door, the day after his name has been put on the Temple prayer roll he has come off the critical list and recovered. I have had many prayers answered but never like I have seen with the Temple prayer roll and Mike. It helps me to know that God has something special in mind for Mike and in my mother's heart I know he will one day be a believer again.
When we got back there was a knock on the door and a delivery man was bringing a bouquet of flowers with a Valentine baloon from Mike. The tears of joy are still flowing. It was like a gift of hope. Over 16 years ago Mike was diagnosed with HIV and over 10 years ago he was diagnosed with full blown aides. It is a miracle he is still alive. He has almost died many times and everytime he has been near death's door, the day after his name has been put on the Temple prayer roll he has come off the critical list and recovered. I have had many prayers answered but never like I have seen with the Temple prayer roll and Mike. It helps me to know that God has something special in mind for Mike and in my mother's heart I know he will one day be a believer again.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Mission Family
Two nights ago I realized how much my fulfilling my mission means to others in my mission family which extends across the ocean to New Zealand and Australia. My brother does not understand why it is so important to me to serve my shifts. But I have many brothers and many sisters who depend on me to perform my duty.
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