"...but with everlasting kindness will I have mercy on thee, saith the Lord thy Redeemer." 3 Nephi 22:8

Monday, December 30, 2013

Saying Goodbye

We will all soon say goodbye to another year as it slips quietly away into the new. For some it will be a very happy day as the new year launches. I have heard from some that this year that is currently dying has been a difficult and challenging season. I have even heard that it has been the worst year of an entire life. What a blessing it is that this year will be replaced by a fresh new year filed with hope and promise. One chapter ends and another begins.

Others will sorrow at the loss of the current year. It has been a wonderful, happy, joy filled season. Why would they want it to end? Perhaps the new year will not be so kind. It may even create a little fearful, letting go of a season and moving into another.

New year's resolutions are significant for many. It marks a season of reflection and desire for new goals and a fresh new perspective. New goals, changes, and challenges are like a spark for imaginations. Fresh ideas and perspectives propel them forward into new adventures.

For many, the year has been a combination of struggles and accomplishments. For every success, it feels that there has been a failure. For every joy, there has been a heartache. For every triumph, there was also a tragedy. Instead of a year of horror or of bliss, it has instead been a combination of both.

I am reminded that The Book of Mormon teaches us that there must be opposition in all things. Without evil, how could we recognize the difference between evil and good?  If there was never any bitterness, how grateful would we be for a taste of sweet? Without imperfection, would we be able to seek for perfection?

This could have been a year of health or one of sickness. Or perhaps a year of wealth or poverty. It could have been a year of being lonely or never being alone. It could have been exciting to the max or totally a year of boredom. Energy may have been present in abundance, or it could have been a year that is sluggish and difficult. It could have been a year of rejoicing or mourning. Success may have been the word that describes your life, but it could have appeared to be a season of failure. And the list goes on. It may have been any combination of highs and lows.

A new year may bring some closer to reaching long worked for goals, but some may have no goals for which to reach.

For me, this has been a year of definite and distinct contrasts. It has indeed been a year fraught with mountains to be climbed  and valleys of despair. In many ways it has been a year of struggles and sorrows, but if I change my view I can see many family accomplishments and triumphs.

Perhaps that is really the way Heavenly Father intended that most of our years would be, seasons where we can experience and learn from opposition. It may be that in the learning to choose and the experiencing we grow the most. We may stretch to new heights when facing the fires of adversity. But also, we may be kinder to others who are struggling, because we too have experienced the trials. Our compassion may also grow and blossom.

I usually have a number of goals ready, waiting in the wings as a new year approaches. Not so this year. I am unsettled, because my life has been unsettling. I am not sure which road is best for me to travel. But in time, I will see and begin again.

I always want to be more faithful in prayers and scripture study. I always want to be the best person I know how to be. I always want to strengthen my family in whatever way I can. These goals are unchanging. But there will be more.

As I watch the fading of the current year, I may find myself feeling a little sad or singing a song of joy. But however the ending feels, I will be grateful for the guidance I have felt from Heavenly Father, through the power of the Holy Ghost. I will still be amazed for the Savior Jesus Christ and His Atoning Sacrifice. I will carry on my personal quest to be kinder and more considerate. I will continue to work on my integrity and strive to give more service. I will try to be more cheerful and faithful.

And as I say goodbye to the dying year, I will continue my eternal quest, trying to trust Heavenly Father more, every day.  

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Merry Christmas

Thank you to all who have made the time to read this blog this year. Life is busy and we can not do everything we have to do as well as all the things we want to do. We get to choose many times each day how we spend out time. Thank you for spending a little of your precious time here.

Blogging was not something that I ever wanted to do or even thought about. I read a few blogs, mostly written by my family. But more than once the impression came to me from The Holy Ghost that I was to write a blog.

I had no idea how to begin or what to say. But I began to learn about the how first and the what came one piece at a time. There have been times when I had a list of blogs that were to be written several weeks ahead. But there have also been moments when I had no idea what to write. In those moments I have asked if it was time for me to be through writing blogs. But the answer was always inspiration of what to write about instead. So I have continued.

I suppose that the learning has mostly been for me, as I have not gathered a large group of readers. I rarely know who has read what inspiration has dictated me to write, but it does not matter. On occasion I get a phone call or an email about a particular blog. But those are few and come when I am discouraged and ready to be through writing, as if Heavenly Father is telling me to carry forward. And I do.

But I do believe I write for Heavenly Father, who blesses, strengthens, and watches over me. Because I felt that He asked me to. Because I want to be obedient. He has given me everything. All I have is really His. I just get to borrow it for a time. None of us really owns anything, but sometimes I forget that and take it for granted. 

Just like I forget that around the world there are people who have no easy access to water, electricity or food, and take those things for granted. I have so much. My home is warm and in a safe neighborhood. But some live in cardboard boxes with locked fences around them to protect what little they have. We own two vehicles. Many would be thrilled to just have a bicycle for transport. I live in a land blessed by God to be a place where His gospel can flourish and spread.

I am so grateful for all Heavenly Father has blessed me with. I am grateful for His kindness and His mercy to me. I am grateful to get on my knees and pray whenever I need to. What a blessing that I can feel God's presence as I pray and ponder. When there seems to be no one available to listen, He does. When I feel alone, unwanted, and abandoned, I can still feel God's love. When the burden seems to be too heavy for me to carry, unseen arms reach out to lift with me.

Jesus Christ is real. He is the God of this world and He is its creator. He was born in Bethlehem, baptized by John the baptist, and died on Calvary.

My gratitude for the Atonement of the Savior Jesus Christ is huge, but not huge enough in comparison for what Christ has done and continues to do for me. I have no understanding of how the Atonement works, but I feel it alive in my life. I plead for the blessings of the Atonement to bless, heal, strengthen, and empower my family and me. I trust in the Atoning power to help me change my heart for a new one, like Christ's. 

I believe that  prophets speak the words that God would have spoken. It is miraculous to me that we can have access to words of prophets, ancient and modern in our hands, readily and easily. Scriptures strengthen, guide, and teach me. 

Miracles are real and happen all around us. I believe that with all my heart. I pray for miracles. I look for miracles. Sometimes I fail to recognize miracles because the wrapping may not be what I expect. But Heavenly Father is a God of miracles.    

Merry Christmas to you all this week. May your homes be filled with love and laughter. May your hearts be filled with hope, peace and joy. And may you remember that Jesus Christ really is what Christmas is all about.

Laughter and Disaster

Sometimes, no matter how hard we try, the things we give our time and energy to do not turn out very well for us. Depending on how much time and energy we give and how important the project is, we may laugh or cry or both. It can discourage us. It can frustrate us. It can upset us. It can make us more afraid to try the next time an opportunity comes our way. We may be able to shrug it off with a few chuckles, decide not to take it personally and move forward to try again. So much within our personalities and our situation affect how we react to the things that just don't go right in our lives.

I have a two very busy sisters. Just listening to their lives wears me out. I cannot keep up with them. Nor do I try. We are different individuals with different circumstances, talents, and abilities. They amaze me with who they are and I am trying to learn from each of them all the time. They listen, share, and help keep me going. We laugh and cry and share.

One of my sisters is totally tidy. Her house is immaculate, always. No dishes allowed on the counter tops, ever. No foot prints on the carpet. You can eat off her floors. No piles of laundry. She also has plenty of time to serve others endlessly. Her creative handwork is nearly perfect.

Another sister is creative in other areas. She loves writing and teaching and organizing. She entertains frequently and looks out for the needs of others. If someone needs her, she will be there.She reads tirelessly and know so much about authors and literature. She serves everyone willingly and cheerfully.

Recently this sister sent me an email that made me laugh out loud. It sounded so much like experiences I have had. And may have again!  Despite endless preparations and arrangements, some things just went wrong. I did not see her face as she typed these words, but knowing her as I do, it was said with humor and wit. Instead of being upset, she laughed about it and moved on to the next project.

"About the dinner party. I just had to host, I didn't need to cook.  All the food was delivered to me.  I was keeping the pork and the carrots warm in the oven when the potatoes were delivered.  They weren't done, so I took the other food out of the oven and put the potatoes in to finish cooking while I went down the street to have soup and salad.  The soup never arrived, so I joked with them and said the soup was probably delivered to my house.  Surprise.  When I got home the soup WAS at my house.  Someone goofed.  Another Surprise.  The potatoes were still not done, and the oven was not even on.  I'm guessing that when I turned the oven up, I also turned it off.  The potatoes were crunchy and the meat and carrots were cold.  I served the soup, although it wasn't hot either, having sat on my counter for half an hour.  Some lucky people had already eaten soup with their salad.  The food was tasty (though underdone and cold) and the company was lovely.  We had dessert and entertainment  at another house, and when I got home I noticed the rolls still on the counter.  I had forgotten to serve them.  I'm not very good at this."

As I read my sister's experience, I was reminded of some of my own less than perfect experiences. I remembered an opportunity to serve a neighbor who had some health challenges, many years ago. Three of us were taking dinner for her family so she could rest. I had done my best to make a potato casserole, early in the day allowing ample time for baking, so the potatoes would be soft and tender. But they were not. The casserole was nearly cooked to death, but the potatoes were not tender. They were like crunchy and bony. It was too late in the day to do anything except take her what I had. Just before I left home to collect food from the other helpers, my phone rang. A delayed flight at the airport held one helper hostage, waiting for her husband. The green salad fixings were in her car, miles away. I ran to the store to remedy that situation and headed to neighbor number three in charge of dessert. She also had a disappointment that day. Her beautiful, frosted bundt cake had been resting, and ready on the stove when a small child decided to turn on the stove. She saved what cake she could and apologized as she handed it to me, missing a nice chunk.

As I carried in our pathetic offering, I felt embarrassed. We had all tried out best, but things had just gone wrong. Our neighbor was totally un-offended by what I delivered but I often wondered how much of it they really ate. I told her then we should have given them cash and they could have ordered pizza.

To my Sisters, isn't it fun we don't have to be perfect to care about each other?

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Heavy Load

Tis the season to be filled with joy, peace, and happiness. Amid the hustle and bustle that we invite into our lives we can easily forget that this can be a very challenging and difficult time of year for many. I was reminded of this as I visited with a sometimes tearful friend who is still mourning the death of a dear friend. For her and many others Christmas can remind us of those we love who have left this earth and returned home. Her friend had been slowly sliding downhill and yet she was not prepared for his death. She is lonely and so much of what she does and sees reminds her of how much she misses him.

Lonely can easily describe many during the holidays. For those who are far away from friends and loved ones it can be a sad time. Watching others in their celebrating moods can be a reminder of our own loneliness. You can be among a very large crowd of people and feel totally alone.

For a family who is struggling financially, providing Christmas can be overwhelming, frightening, and disappointing. I know because I have been there many, many times myself. I remember meeting my husband in town after work one day to begin our Christmas shopping. As we sat down to eat a quick cheap lunch, he cautiously told me that he had learned that morning that the building project he was working on had reached a point that a number of carpenters were no longer needed. He was among them. We had not purchased a single gift. And so we wondered what do we do now? We had looked forward to actually having income during the holidays, a rare thing for us in those days. In the cold weather of Idaho, construction could be pretty lean in the winter months. We did the best we could that Christmas for our children, as we always did, but I am sure it was meager compared to so many others we lived among.

Many families struggle to make ends meet all year round. The added expense of presents and parties can be a real tipping point. When there is not enough money for groceries, lights, and heat every month, it is impossible to squeeze out money for a tree, gifts, and goodies. Being asked to contribute rolls or a salad or a dessert for a party can feel like a shove over the edge of the fiscal cliff. Sometimes people find that they must decline any and all party invitations. Not being able to participate in parties and activities adds to the feelings of isolation and loneliness.

A friend recently expressed how difficult Christmas was for her this year financially. Her husband passed away several years ago and her income has continually declined since that time. Her family has had many financial challenges over the years and she has given them aid as much as she could, but her resources have dwindled significantly. She wants to give gifts to her family for Christmas, but she has little to offer. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she expressed her sorrow at her inability to share what she does not have.

Health can be an issue that interferes this time of year. In some climates, it may be too hot or too cold to be out and about shopping, decorating, and preparing. Going out to parties may not be possible if one does not feel well or travel is unsafe. Sorrow and loss can become our companions as we miss out on activities we desire to participate in.

Because there is so much to do during the holiday season, the added stress can be enough to send us into a tail spin. It may be family or work or even religion. It may even be that the things you want to do literally overwhelm you. The things we want to do and the things we must do may end up on a collision course to disaster.

I do not know for sure, but I do not think that Heavenly Father intends us to be over stressed and overwhelmed by the season that celebrates the birth, life, resurrection, and Atonement of His Son Jesus Christ. Buy I think that because God loves us, He is aware of the loads that we carry. It is wonderful to turn to Him and ask for help as we carry the load or decide what to jettison from our lives. But I do think that He who is our Creator wants us to be appreciative, hopeful, and more kind.

Because just like me, everyone out there is carrying their own heavy load.


Last night my husband and I put on our coats and gloves and made the short drive to a local store, looking for a Christmas present for a particular person. I do not know what the temperature was, but it was COLD! As we were driving toward our destination, my spouse commented something along the lines that whoever thought of celebrating Christmas had a really good idea, but he would have liked it much better if they had done it differently. So I asked him what he meant. He indicated that he would really much prefer to be out shopping for Christmas presents in 70 degree weather.

We quickly found a present that pleased us, made our purchase and then zipped up our coats, put on our gloves, and ventured towards our car. I am certain that I complained about the cold again. We made it home just fine and soon warmed up enough to eat a dish of ice cream.

It really is cold! Winter has not officially begun according to the calendar, but for my money, winter is here. According to the weather channel it was 3 degrees when I climbed out of bed this morning. It is expected to reach up to 20 degrees as a high today. Wind chill adds a little extra delight chasing our temperature into negative digits most of the day.

I have heard myself complain - plenty.

But as I am thinking about it, I cannot help but wonder about those who have lived on this earth with less luxury than I currently have. And I am a bit ashamed of myself for my bellyaching.

You see I have a home with gas heat. I am on a level pay plan and I can choose to turn my heat up if I want to. It really isn't that expensive to heat my house. I have any number of warm shirts, sweatshirts, and  jackets that I can choose to wear, sometimes in layers. I have warm socks for my feet, and keeping my feet warm really contributes to my comfort.

I sleep in a warm bed at night. I can add warm jammies and extra blankets if I want to. I can throw on a pair of socks. I can turn up the hear if I get really cold. When I get out of bed in the morning, I step onto relatively warm. soft carpeting. No dirt, rocks, or twigs.

I have indoor plumbing with all its luxury, just steps away from my bed. Not an outhouse, tree, or bush. No rustling wind, rain or snow. No catalog pages to grab. No darkness to fight because I can just flip on a light. I climb in and out of a shower as warm as I want it and grab a soft towel when I am done. I dress in warm, clean clothes that were not washed on a rock in a stream somewhere..

Electricity is a wonderful thing. And I admit that I take it so much for granted. We have lights and heat (electricity controls my furnace too) Electricity allows me the use of a washing machine and dryer; a fridge and a freezer; a stove and oven. I can quickly heat up almost anything in my microwave. I listen to Christmas music on my CD player and check out what is on the television. I can use a sewing machine, iron, and glue gun. I fix my hair with a blow dryer and curling iron. I also use crock pots, blender, toaster, mixer, and waffle iron.

I have a computer. It is old but it works. I push a button and what I want printed appears, usually. I send messages across the world instantly. My fingers make a lot of mistakes as I type. No eraser or correction tape needed. I can pick up a telephone and call anyone. I can send a letter and receive a reply before I am any older and grayer. No pony express needed.

When we go somewhere, we climb into a car and drive. I do not have to walk almost anywhere in these bitter cold temperatures. My car actually produces its own heat. I am out of the wind and driving snow. I can usually get anywhere in my town in a matter of minutes and days. No bowed legs from riding on a horse or bruised behind from riding in a wagon.

I am convinced that I would have been a lousy pioneer. I would have whimpered, whined, and complained all the way to the Salt Lake Valley. I am a wimp!

What a blessing to live today when the Lord has given us so much.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Mine! Mine! Mine!

I am a very selfish person. Believe me it gives me no pleasure to admit to that. But it is a true fact. I want what I want and when I want it. I want to be treated in a certain way and sometimes my nose gets bent out of joint when I am not. There are plenty of things that I do not want to do either. I really do not enjoy cleaning house. I do really appreciate living in an orderly home, but cleaning it - no thanks! That goes for dishes, laundry, scrubbing toilets, vacuuming, dusting, washing windows, and etc. Feel much the same about yard work. Though I want my yard to look like a photo in a yard and garden magazine, I am only happy to do yard work for about a minute.

Recognizing that I am selfish is not big news to me. Known it for along time. Working on it. Praying to overcome it. Still got it.

At this time of year when we celebrate Christ and His total and complete unselfishness, it is particularly degrading to face ones own selfishness. But over the past few weeks, Heavenly Father, in His infinite wisdom, has given me some experiences with selfishness. In essence a mirror has been put in front of my face to help me learn some more about selfishness. 

A child gathered a rather large amount of candy that was probably not theirs to have in the first place. It was hidden away. It appeared that this child did not think anyone knew about the secret stash of goodies. When questioned about it by an adult who had witnessed the grabbing, the child told a fib and attempted to hide the misdeed. This child is young, and learning. Yet, I could see that as something that I could possibly do. Ouch!

Another incident also involved a child, hording candy and showing it to others, who of course wanted candy. Who wouldn't? The candy laden child had no intention to share and was fairly free with that information. I did not hear the word Mine! Mine! Mine! But I think the message was clear. I feel that way too sometimes. Mine! Mine! Mine!

Sometimes I feel that way about things. Other times it is money that I want to guard. Even my time is more precious at times than others and I want to shout Mine! Mine! Mine!

Another incident involved an adult situation. One adult took the last piece of pie and ate it, never offering any to anyone else and eating it in front of others. The adult, for whatever reason, must have assumed that no one else wanted any. Or perhaps this person thought it was justified for some reason. Or perhaps it never crossed this person's mind to even offer. But again I saw myself. That could have been me. Ouch!

I am not able to see into anyone's heart but my own. I cannot be certain of anyone's motives. But, in each of these situations I could see what appeared to be selfishness. Mine! Mine! Mine!

Another incident was much closer to home. It belonged to me. I was asked to do something for someone in need. It should not have been a big deal. But selfishness raised its ugly head and roared at me. It took me a little while, or maybe a big while, to conquer my own attitude and be happy to serve. I did not like it one little bit when my own thoughts echoed Mine! Mine! Mine!

In the incident with the candy, a wise parent responded to the troubled pleadings of the children who were left candy - less. He told them all, the offended and the offender, that the child with the candy needed to figure it out pretty soon. He told them that the child who had it all would loose it all, if that child did not quickly figure it out.  I did not see the rest of that story, but I bet it had a happy ending.

As I have pondered upon my own attitude of selfishness, I have thought of the Savior Jesus Christ, who gave his all. Everything! Even His own life for others. He had no home, no bed, and at times no friends. But Christ gave all that He had for the world. Even selfish people like me.

In my heart I wonder if Heavenly Father is trying to teach me some much needed truths, just as a wise parent tried to teach his young child: 

If I don't figure it out pretty quickly, I could lose it all!

Wednesday, December 4, 2013


Been thinking about agency a lot lately and why it is important to me personally. I do not know anyone who really likes being told what to do and when and how, all the time by others. I remember an experience a great many years ago when my spouse and I were given an assignment and then promptly told exactly how it was to be done. We were just worker bees, doing the work that someone else wanted to have done. The creative energy was not ours, but that of others. Our ideas, input, and suggestions were not only unsolicited but also unwelcome. It left a little bit of an unpleasant taste in our mouths, but we did our best to do what was asked of us and in the manner we were asked to do it. I wondered then why the person who was really in charge did not just do it himself. Why did he ask us to do it and insist it be done his way, when we were not his employees, but simply drafted volunteers.

Because I believe in the plan of salvation, I also believe in the gift of agency, the ability to choose for ourselves. When Heavenly Father presented His plan allowing choice, another offered the plan of force. In some ways, knowing that we could come to earth with the security that we would all return to heaven sounds pretty good, since that is the whole point of coming to earth; returning to heaven. But part of that plan also meant that there would be no agency, no ability to choose. It was a plan of guarantee. Everyone would return. Period.  But at what cost?

I spend a certain amount of time with toddlers and young children every week. In them, I see their desire for independence. They really want to do things for themselves. They want to sit when and where they want to sit. They want to eat when they want and to choose what to eat too. They want to play with what they want, when they want it, and will almost fight to the death to retain possession. Given a choice, some would never eat a vegetable, ever. Maybe not fruits either. I have seen many a child melt into a puddle of tears when the marshmallows were put away before a sweet tooth was satisfied.

Though I hope I have some experience and maturity beyond the capacity of a two year old, I find I have some similar feelings. I do not particularly appreciate when others choose so easily for me. I hope I react more maturely when my choice is usurped by another. But I wonder why? Why, when you resent someone else taking your agency, do you so freely take mine away?

Sometimes we really do not realize we have taken away another's choice. It is a mistake or an accident. Hopefully when we realize the error of our ways, we quickly apologize and do all we can to correct our actions. But sometimes disregard of another’s agency seems to be very deliberate and intentional, an act of control or perhaps even superiority.

Again, I have asked myself why?

I believe we lived as spirits before we came to this earth with our Father in Heaven, who presented a plan and allowed us to choose whether we wanted to follow His plan. No force was used by Him to make anyone choose. I believe a war was fought over the gift of agency. Everyone did not agree. Again no force was used. Each spirit was allowed to choose. I believe that is the plan of heaven, choice.

Believe me there are plenty of times when I have usurped the agency of others. I have had a lot of learning opportunities with agency. As a parent with small children, I did plenty of "choosing what is best for you." But as years and maturity increase, I learned that the only way to learn to choose was to practice choosing, as painful as that can be. I did my best to allow that, though again very flawed.

I have often said in jest that I truly believed in agency, that I should have my choice and that everyone else would do things my way, we would get along just fine." Though there is a grain of truth in that, we do not all think alike or want the same things out of life, so it is truly preposterous to expect a whole world to agree with me on anything.

I believe that the right to choose, though challenging and burdensome at times, is a gift. We may not be able to choose every single thing for ourselves based on human restrictions, but we can choose many things. What a blessing to have a Heavenly Father who trusts us enough to allow us to choose, make mistakes, and try again to choose better. 

Because He has given me this great gift, I want to try to show my gratitude by choosing more carefully.

Monday, December 2, 2013


Today it is December. I find it hard to believe, since I am unprepared in so many ways for the month of December. I am not certain but I do not think that I ever got prepared for Halloween yet; and even though Thanksgiving has come and gone, I felt totally unprepared for that day as well. I also was not really prepared for the first frost or the first snow.

What is it about life that makes me feel that no matter how hard I try and no matter how hard I work, I cannot seem to get organized or get my act together or whatever terminology you choose. I am unprepared.

I want to be and try to be and I work at it. But there seems to be so much disorder in my life. I think my new year's resolution every year for years has been to get it together this year. Here it is December, eleven months past my new year's resolution to get organized, and I am still feeling chaos.

I guess the good news is that I have not simply thrown in the towel, given up, and succumbed to no longer trying anymore. But there is still the bad news that I am disorganized and not prepared for many things.

As I think of my lack of preparation for holidays and other life events, it gives me reason to ponder on some important aspects of spiritual preparation. How prepared am I, really, for The Second Coming of the Savior Jesus Christ?  

Perhaps this is a bigger and more important question to ask myself than how prepared am I for Christmas. Christmas will come and go, whether I am prepared or not. I cannot hold back time or stop the turn of the calendar. There comes a time when prepared or not it comes and it goes and life returns to whatever state of normal life was before. There may be some disappointments. Some gifts may go back to the store. A few tears may even be shed, but I do not think that there are eternal consequences attached to the lack of preparation for Christmas.

But there are eternal consequences to my lack of preparation for The Second Coming of Christ. I believe that.

So even though I feel so unprepared, at times I am anxious for the return of the Savior to this world to herald in a new millennium of peace and joy and love. I am anxious to be surrounded with others who love the Savior as I do and trust in His mercy and His grace. I long to live in the world He will create and govern with His perfect knowledge and wisdom. I ache to hear His words of truth that dispel all darkness and dishonesty.

Though my heart is imperfect and my mind in turmoil, I yearn for the order that He will bring. I long for the light He will share and the things He will teach. I desire to feel the safety of His world, where desire for sin and disunity disappear.

Today as I ponder the things I need to do as part of preparation for the Christmas season, putting up the tree and lights, gifts to buy, service to render, and on and on, I am thinking of these words by Mirla Thayne Greenwood:

 1. I wonder, when he comes again,
Will herald angels sing?
Will earth be white with drifted snow,
Or will the world know spring?
I wonder if one star will shine
Far brighter than the rest;
Will daylight stay the whole night through?
Will songbirds leave their nests?
I'm sure he'll call his little ones
Together 'round his knee,
Because he said in days gone by,
"Suffer them to come to me."

2. I wonder, when he comes again,
Will I be ready there
To look upon his loving face
And join with him in prayer?
Each day I'll try to do his will
And let my light so shine
That others seeing me may seek
For greater light divine.
Then, when that blessed day is here,
He'll love me and he'll say,
"You've served me well, my little child;
Come unto my arms to stay."