Tuesday, June 30, 2009

You will be taken care of.

Yesterday I was feeling quite down. As I stood in the kitchen, I remembered a quote from an article I had read: "If we live as we should live, then we will be taken care of." The words, you will be taken care of touched my soul. I knew this was true. I will be taken care of. No matter what happens around me, God will take care of me.

Instantly my spirits lifted and I felt lighter. About 5 minutes later my son Stephen called to say that a recent physical had shone that he may have something wrong with his liver. I was able to be cheerful and to feel that all would be okay. He is to have an ultra sound on his liver this week. I was able to bear testimony to him that God would take care of him too.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Measure of the Day

Last Sunday was Flag Day. I woke early and had ideas for a poem running in my head. I didn't intend on finishing it until after church but my grand daughter was running slow so instead of pushing on her to hurry, I took the time to finish the poem: Flag and I printed it before church. During church ideas came to me for another poem about the Savior. I wrote lines down on my program and typed it up after church. After church Bruce came over and I made spaghetti. Then it was time to get on line and answer the phones. We were busy. All this time I was not feeling well. In the evening I realized that because of how I was feeling physically, I was judging my day to be a bad day when in reality it was not. One of the patrons I helped, told me that I did good work and another was so excited with the answer I gave her. As I looked back I could see that I should not measure my day by how I feel physically but rather rejoice in how the Lord works through me and what I am able to accomplish despite how I feel.


Measure of A Day

What is the measure of a day?
Is it imbedded in how you feel?
Or is it in all you do and say
After the Lord you humbly appeal?

When you look back on a day,
Look for answers to your prayer,
Look at how he guided your way
To help others know His care.

Let your heart find cause to rejoice
Over all He helped you to do and say,
Over all that came because of your choice,
To ask him humbly to guide your way.

How you physically feel in a day
Is you see not really a true measure,
But rather it is your choice to follow His way
That leads you to a wonderful treasure.

So when the sun goes down on your day
Look around to see His hand guiding you,
Leading you to help others along your way,
And helping you to make it through.

Look deeper than the surface of each day.
Feel within your soul His loving care.
See Him leading you along the way.
See the answers to your humble prayer.

20 June 2009 Suzanne Halliday

Friday, June 5, 2009

Little miracles

Today I have had many little miracles. It all started with a poem I wrote early this morning, "Wonder", which helped to focus on beautiful things.

We are getting ready to take a trip on Monday and I had several loose ends. One was a mishandled case that I wanted to resolve by getting an arbitration batch with a similar problem where both key A and key B were the same but yet the wrong answer. I have been looking and praying for days. Tonight it simply fell into my lap and I was able to take screen shots and send it to my assistant so she can show them to the team.

The second was a problem one of my missionaries was having with his skype phone. He has been on vacation for 2 weeks and this week was his first week on phones for indexing. Nothing went well this week. He kept dropping calls. I helped him set his skype options but it did not help. Tonight he was still dropping calls. Finally he thought to have me call his skype phone. The message I got was that his phone was disconnected. He called Skype and discovered that it had happened when he renewed his contract with him. He got it straightened out, was back on the phones and took two calls. I am so thankful. Now I do not have to worry about him and the phones next week.

I helped with both calls but the last one was amazing. God helped me to remember something that I had learned earlier in the week and brought to mind an Australian Project I saw two weeks ago. I was amazed. Jesus said that he would send the Holy Ghost and the Holy Ghost would bring all things to our remembrance. John 14:26

I also was able to remember countless things that I needed to take with us. But the last miracle was one of prevention of a bite. Bella found a tarantula on my bookcase. Daniel was able to get it outside. The bookcase is right over my bed. If it had bitten me, I would have swollen up and had to go to the emergency room. Blessed be the Lord my God. In the name of Jesus Christ Amen.

Wonder

To stop and wonder
At the world around,
To ponder the thunder
Is to let miracles abound.

The world is a busy place
From morning to night.
We must stop the race
And ponder God's might.

Wonder at a mountain tall
With its towering peaks
Or listen to a cricket small
And wonder what he speaks.

The world is full of wonder.
Do we stop and look around?
Do we listen to the thunder
Or is our nose to the ground?

God's work is everywhere.
It can be seen and heard
If we but look here and there
And let our hearts be stirred.

5 June 2009 Suzanne Halliday

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About Me

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.