For a couple of days I have been feeling discombomulated. Sometimes I felt I had lost my mind somewhere. Other times I felt I was being to brisk with some people. I just did not know exactly who I was or if I was giving the right answers and doing the right things. Then one daughter in law called me out of the blue and told me how much she appreciated me. She said she felt impressed that I needed to hear that. Last night it was cold so I made a pot of hearty chicken soup with cheese. I heard this small whispering to take some to a neighbor. It was very cold out and I tried to talk myself out of it because I thought she had probably already eaten but I put some soup in a container and went out anyway. To my surprise she had not had her dinner or decided what to cook. I was thankful that I had listened and I knew God had used me as his instrument. It helped me to see that I am becoming who I truly want to be: an instrument in his hands to do much good. The following poem is an attempt to capture my feelings.
Who Am I?
Who am I today?
It is hard to day.
Is my life on track
Or am I walking back?
Today I might feel strange
But everyday I change.
Everyday I do my best
To pass life's test.
Sometimes I feel behind
Or that I've lost my mind
Until God steps in
And I feel the Spirit within.
When I make the choice
To follow the still small voice,
God opens my eyes to see
Who I am meant to be:
A servant of God above
To show others His love.
15 April 2009 Suzanne Halliday
1 John 3:2, "Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is."
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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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