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
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- 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.
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