dccox

2006-05-17T09:26:00.000-07:00

dccox I recieved an email from my sister Sandy in Oregon. She related a dream she had that I thought any of you might enjoy. Sandra is very sensable, very sensitive and very close to my heart. As a sister she is great.

Tuesday night I had a dream. I dreamed I was flying through the air and over some land that I had never seen before. The scene before my eyes was very lovely mountains, rolling hills, green trees and waving grasses. A beautiful river wound its way below me. In the distance I saw a large building that looked like a church. It had a high steeple and colorful stained glass windows which reflected the sunlight. Outside of the building, along the bank of the river, there was a large group of people assembled and looking upward, as though they too were gazing on the beautiful scenery. As I drew closer to the people I saw mother and father standing together and looking heavenward with very peaceful, contented looks upon their faces. I awoke at that moment and was filled with joy as though I had just spoken with them once again. I do not know if the dream had any meaning except my constant desire to see my parents once more but I do know that it was a lovely feeling to see them together and so happy and the good feeling I had has stayed with me all week.

This morning I read something on the internet and I'd like to share a bit of it with you. It is an article which was written by Sister Darla Isackson for Meridian Magazine.
She quoted the following poem:

"Backward, turn backward, O time in your flight,Make me a child again, just for tonight;Mother, come back from the echo-less shore,Take me again to your heart, as of yore;Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;Over my slumbers your loving watch keep,Rock me to sleep, Mother, rock me to sleep." Elizabeth Akers Allen

And then she said, "The longing to be cradled in a mother's loving arms never really goes away. Perhaps the yearning has a connection to a forgotten memory of being encircled in the perfect love of our Heavenly Mother. Anyone who has memories of mother love is richly blessed. I'm in that category, and so grateful for the mother whose love I feel to this day."
That same thought applies to fathers and I do feel that I have been so richly blessed because I have many wonderful memories of mother and father love. So, because I love all of you, I wish you each happy memories and hope all is going well for you.
Love, Sandra

2006-03-31T07:36:00.000-08:00

The Times of Our Lives

Life goes along as a dream, we float, we flit, we drift from here to there . . . Wait what am I saying? Life is hard work! It is toil, by the sweat of thy face . . . Each of us must face the test and pass muster! Stand up! Square your shoulders! Charge into the fray with musket blazing! Who can come away unscathed? Am I doing it again?

"This life is the time for men to prepare to meet God" (I read that somewhere). Its true, and whether life is hard or easy our oriantation should be on that preperation. This does not mean that we can't do other things at the same time. It just means that everything we do should be in harmony with our overall goal, to go back to our "Father". There are times and then there are times!

"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing Boy,
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees it in his joy;
The Youth, who daily farther from the east
Must travel, still is Nature's Priest,
And by the vision splendid
Is on his way attended;
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day".

William Wordsworth

The new born babe has a close tie with heaven and is still an innocent partisapant in this earth's trials. The babe is totaly dependent upon it's mother who sholders a huge responsibility to protect her offspring from the tribulations that may come.

Innocent and full of trust the young child goes about discovering this world and finding beauty and joy in the environment.

Heaven is still close and the youth continues to reach further out in explorations expanding horizons and enjoying new experiences.

Each person, someday reaches the realization that they are on their own and must contend with the world's pressures in the full light of common day.

Heaven is distant now and the full grown individual finds the anxious daily routine of life to be daunting and often more challenging than what they bargend for in their youthful bliss.

Through hard work, partnerships formed by merriage and the arrival of offspring, the new parent finds continual growth and satisfaction in achievements. Additionally there may be brief glimpses of that heavenly light that is now only a dim memory and a chance to relive, once again, a flash of the infant's bliss. A child can act as proxy to bring us all once again close to our "Father".

Time speeds on and the child's child grows, following faithfully the same course generation after generation.

As old age approaches each must struggle to reach back to thoes clouds of glory, to follow carefully that shinning trail that will lead again to heaven.

Scarred, battered and torn from punishing winds of earthly pressures the vetran haltingly limps back, hat in hand, seeking grace from He who loves most and is sure to proffer his acceptance to that person who has stood firm in the face of storm and trial and ernstly seeks for rest.

This from one who, though scarred and battered, is looking back and sees clearly the stages of life. Desires are strong to enlighten the course to thoes following, to provide a lantern to brighten the shinning trail and to tighten that golden chord, our life line, that ties each to the heavenly gate. Welcome home! Sit awhile and rest! There is no care can follow here and no pain or sarrow can bring a tear. There is work enough to do in joy and loving duty calls to you and me. Cast your burdon at his feet and standing erict and tall enter in with confidence the great hall. . . I'm home! I'm home! echo that call.

2006-03-23T11:12:00.000-08:00

Cause and Effect
by: ECCox

Tumble weeds pile against
the south side of the fence
trees take a northward slant.
Sagebrush quiver a-top
individual sand hills.
Animals hunt shelter.
All southern Utah moves
when the south wind blows.

Heredity
by: ECCox

Yesterday I chased my cap
for two blocks.
Today the sand stings my face
when I go outside.
Wind sure is miserable.

I heard my dad say
he don't like the wind
He says wind interrupts his work
Once a wall he was building blew over.
Wind blows dirt
all over new concrete.

My grandma hates wind
She told me
that when she was a little girl
the wagon with her mother
and little brother in it
was blown over a cliff.

I don't think God likes wind either.

DCCox doesn't like the wind either. It blows my fence down, it breaks my trees, it even makes my roof leak. I guess I am in poor shape because my fence is rickety, my trees are week and my roof is vulnerable. But neverthe less I don't like wind. So in honor of the March winds I therefore post my Blog and state my protest to the wind.

2006-03-08T07:16:00.000-08:00

Selfishness is under personal control.

It is simply a matter of how we spend or mental time.

Do we spend it thinking about what we want for ourselves, how we can get more of what we want or how we can please ourselves? Do we puzzzle about why other people don't katou to us when we appear?

Do we spend our mental time thinking up ways we can help thoes we love? Are we thinking of how we can be of service or share our blessings with thoes around us such as our neighbors and associates?

The more we think about fulfilling our own "needs"/"wants" the more selfish we become and conversely the more we think about helping others the less selfish we become.

Our thoughts become actions and actions define the man or woman as the gender may be!

It is easy to be kind to other people (and thus unselfish) if we are always thinking about being kind. It will just naturally happen because that is what we think about.

The spinoff application is that we have to be thinking to go wrong and we have to be thinking to go right. Thoughtlessness is impossible! What we call thoughtlessness is really negative thinking or in other words selfishness!

Think about it

I am open to rebuttal