Sunday, January 4, 2015

Just Listen.

I put this note in my phone several months ago....I think its from a talk in Sacrament Meeting or maybe a lesson, but I'm not really sure...

Our RS (Relief Society)  lesson today was on our Stake RS  theme for the year..."You are His.", our RS president added "You are His...hands" and we talked mostly of our service of others...

She shared this story from Pres. Uchtdorf talk, "You Are My Hands" April 2010....

A story is told that during the bombing of a city in World War II, a large statue of Jesus Christ was severely damaged. When the townspeople found the statue among the rubble, they mourned because it had been a beloved symbol of their faith and of God’s presence in their lives.
Experts were able to repair most of the statue, but its hands had been damaged so severely that they could not be restored. Some suggested that they hire a sculptor to make new hands, but others wanted to leave it as it was—a permanent reminder of the tragedy of war. Ultimately, the statue remained without hands. However, the people of the city added on the base of the statue of Jesus Christ a sign with these words: “You are my hands.”
{It was an AWESOME lesson}
I thought of all the times our family has been helped by the kindness of others and then remembered, the note in my phone...
Be grateful you were listening...and Heavenly Father didn't give the experience to someone else.
Some of the sweetest experiences I've had in this life have been when I have "listened" or others have "listened" and help our family.
We never need to understand the trouble or trial to understand the need for compassion.
I hope I am always "listening" so I can be there for those who need me, just like others have done for us, over and over and over...

1 comment:

  1. Robin,

    I have just spent some time reading through your blog (as I have done before) and I just want to tell you how amazing I think you are. You are sassy, funny, bold, faithful, caring, understanding, real and every other good thing. Thank you for that!

    Love, Shelli