Who Me, The Leader?

Perhaps you don't want to be it
You'd rather just follow along
But there's just no way to escape it
It's YOU who'll lead the throng.

You may be the very next chairman
Of the car wash down the street
Or in charge of a very special tea
Where the dignitaries meet!

You could be the Camp Craft Leader
Or the Senior Commandant
Or the Young People's Campaign Manager
Whether you like it or not.

Maybe you'll manage a softball team
Teach little children around you
Be that charming hostess
Who keeps smiling the long day through.

Someday bright eyes will look up to you
And reach for your hand to hold
For a mother is truly a leader
Of her very own household.

Yes, opportunities and chances
Are as numerous as bees that hum
So take a deep breath, step out and say
Look out world -- here I come!

1972 or 1973
Composed for a Laurel Lesson on "Be A Leader"

Good Intentions

I would like to share with you an experience I had out in the foyer a few Sundays ago. I came late to Sunday School, in fact, late enough that I could not come into the chapel. And as I watched the sacrament being passed to the privileged ones inside, I felt left out, rejected. I thought of my excuses for not making it on time. I had to find a missing book for one of the classes, the car windows had heavy frost on that I hadn't anticipated, the clock was five minutes slow. I had intentions of arriving on time but in spite of all my reasons I was still on the other side of the big plate glass window. I watched almost with envy those partakers of this choice blessing.

How many times do we cut ourselves out of blessings, because we don't put forth enough effort? Oh, we have good intentions, but intentions take us nowhere unless carried out.

I'm sure all of us have good intentions to do many of the good things. We are always saying, "I want to be a devoted parent, spend more time with my children, a good neighbor, visit the sick, I want to set a good example. I'd like to be a good teacher, a dedicated teacher, prepare excellent lessons. I shall try more earnestly to keep the Sabbath Day Holy, as it should be. I am going to start to attend church more regularly." But we project our life out in front - to the future. Today we're rushed, and too involved. We say one of these days ... but one of these days usually means none of these days.

We should take stock and ask ourselves why are we so rushed? We are so rushed doing what? Perhaps we may find we are postponing and putting aside those things that really matter most.

A tourist rushed up to a guard in Paris a breathlessly asked, "I have a very short time here, what is there worthwhile to see?" To which the guard said quietly, "Nothing for you, Sir. Beauty requires time for cultivation and appreciation. It demands eyes to see and ears to hear. Beauty is all about us but it takes time to see it." Responding to beauty is one of the greatest blessings our gospel affords.

This reminds me of a dream I had. I was in a hurry, a big hurry. I had to get my quilt top, batting, thread and thimbles up to the church. The Relief Society ladies were waiting on me to put it on frames. I rushed around the house. My family was underfoot -- they were talking -- maybe to me, I don't know. But I wasn't listening. I slipped the batting under one arm, slung the patched quilt top over the other, filled my hand with the thread, chalk, and thimble and set out. I was walking from my home into town. I strode breathlessly along the highway, my hair was stringy, my shoes loose and sloppy. But I couldn't make headway, the road was crowded with feet in my way - feet everywhere. I noticed a big pair of shoes blocking my way, belonging to my husband. My children's feet were all in a row near his. And I said, "Move your feet I've got to get through," never once looking up. And I heard his voice say, "Look." I looked up. The highway was filled with the multitude. In quiet silence all eyes were turned heavenward. And there -- in all His glory was our Savior descending. I had missed it -- all the gloriousness and beauty of this marvelous event would never be mine. With deep remorse all I could say was, "I didn't know He was coming so soon."

Too busy for the things that really matter.

What is the best thing we can do with our time?

Taking time to be with our families. Sharing family togetherness, a great blessing. As President Joseph Fielding Smith said, "An opportunity to establish heaven in our home."

Taking time to be of service to others. Giving it freely and willingly, visiting the sick and needy. Sister Jackson, our president, knows this. She knows how meaningful and fulfilling life can be in doing for others. True happiness is found not in having -- but in giving.

Taking time to honor the calling we have in the church. To serve diligently and devotedly. How privileged is the girls who has such a teacher that realizes that her calling really matters. My daughter has such a teacher. I'm so grateful to LuJean for this. I know it isn't easy to always be thoroughly prepared. But Lonnie won't remember in a few months how much he walked the floor or warmed the baby's bottle while LuJean studied on. But my daughter will remember the words of inspiration that touched her life, because it will become a part of her. And LuJean knows the inward joy of touching lives and kindling sparks of divine truths. And these are joys that really matter.

Watching a friend come back into activity in the church through some small part you played in bringing this about is real joy. Time well spent. Listening to a girl who has lost her way, helping in some small way to start her back, this is real joy. No joy can compare to feeling you have motivated another to reach a little higher.

Taking time to strive to live the gospel more fully.

You know, owning a piano doesn't make one a pianist. Being born a Latter-Day Saint doesn't necessarily make one a true Latter-Day Saint. It takes practice, daily practice. We learn and grow little by little, precept upon precept.

Someday all of us will have the same experience. We shall be in the foyer, waiting to come beyond the curtain. Intentions of what we planned to do in life won't count there either. Reasons or excuses won't count. We shall either have cut ourselves out of blessings -- or we shall be ready to enter and receive them.

Time is such a priceless thing
It is measured out to you and me
And what we place back in the hours
Counts for all eternity

February 25, 1973
Talk given in 1st Ward M.I.A.

Together For Eternity

This page tells of many things
Grandma's treasures hanging there
29 grandchildren and her greats
Two blue stockings hung with care

So brief their moment with us
Yet we know someday we'll be
With little Matthew and JoDene
Together for eternity!

I look again - the page reveals
A happy couple all aglow
Planning for a marriage soon
To the temple they will go!

And look below 'tis Christmas time
My room is again is filled with love
From all my precious children
God sent me from above

I thank God for my family
I know we'll always be
Together through our joys and tears
Together for Eternity!

The Good Things Of Life

Just recently I heard a speaker, or lecturer say, "As we look back over our lives, which many times were full of hardships, we somehow remember the good things."

Our memories seem to store, upfront, the good things.

As you think back of some of your everyday, family happenings, don't good things come to mind?
I remember Sunday mornings when we'd be getting ready for Sunday School. I was a young child, 5 or 6, and the smell of a good beef stew would be happily simmering those good smells through the rooms.

And I remember my mother taking her powder puff and patting it on my nose, last thing as we left the house.

What do you remember?

The Lord wants us to look for good things. He created all good things for our enjoyment. That our spirits might be elevated when we look upon a glorious sunset. That our thoughts would be elevated when we hear the strains of good music. That our emotions might soar heavenward as we glean out the good things in life.

It was President Brigham Young who said, "If the heart is cheerful all is light and glory within."

God and His son, Jesus Christ, created all great, and beautiful, and glorious things that we might have joy (as we are told in Nephi).

When we came into this earth, all of us, came with the Spirit of Christ, that we might know and choose the good things.

In Moroni 7:16-19 we read, "For behold the spirit of Christ is given to every man that he may know good from evil. Wherefore I show unto you the way to judge, for everything which inviteth to do good, and to persuade to believe in Christ is sent forth by the power and gift of Christ, wherefore ye may know with a perfect knowledge it is of God."

We are on His side, following His path, when we partake into our lives good things.

Now this is fairly easy to do when all is going well, but he goes on to say when all is not going well to be of good cheer, because discouragement and despair are of the devil.

The scripture goes on and says, "But whatsoever thing persuadeth men to do evil is of the devil."

Let's think of the saints as they were coming west in their trials and hardships. Striving to endure - hungry, cold, frozen - yet they sang as they walked with frozen feet.

They sang, "Come, Come Ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear, but with joy wend your way."

When things begin to seem rock bottom, we should look for the good.

I have a little paperback book at my house named "The Hidden Place," about two sisters in the concentration camp, being so mistreated and deprived. But especially the one sister, Corrie Ten Boom, had a very appreciative heart within her soul. Glad that she had scriptures hid that she could secretly read and feast upon. Always found good in the depth of the ugly.

The lines of a poem say,

"God has given me this day to use as I will
I can waste it or use it for good."

We should look for the good in everything we see, or hear or touch or think or feel.

Turn it to the good side.

Well, look at this March wind. Here are two ways to look at it:

1. Why am I sad, I don't know
Is it because these March winds blow?
And groan so loud and chill me through
And keeps me down, just feeling blue.
Why am I sad, I don't know,
It's just because these March winds blow.

2. Why am I happy, I don't know
Is it because these March winds blow?
They dance and swirl and sing their tune
And tell me spring is coming soon.
Why am I happy, I don't know,
It's just because these March winds blow.

We need to look for the good everyday.

Each day when we wake the book opens revealing a page clean and white. What words, what thoughts, and what actions will cover the page by night.

Gordon Owen, in one of his books, said if we were to have one great characteristic what would on of the most important ones be? He said, "The gift to appreciate."

Learn to be grateful for everyday simple things of life - a swallow of a good glass of water.

And it was President Thomas S. Monson who said that some of us look back on our past and dwell on our mistakes. He said, "Look forward, today is the day to reach up, do good, enjoy."

Look for all good things - religion and the abundant life- we've been given so abundantly.

Wide ranging research shows that highly religious people are happier people.

Proverbs 16:20, "Who so trusteth in the Lord, happy is he."

Pleasant Acres Relief Society
March 22, 1995

Something I Really Treasure

I'm remembering a young little mother - three little children. She wasn't LDS. Her husband was Mormon but not active at all. The mother-in-law wanted so much for her to get into the church.

I was the visiting teacher. With my companion, we spent a lot more time there than a monthly visit because she was sick a lot - confined to her bed because of a pregnancy.

Now I must confess there were times I had some misgivings and I didn't go willingly - with purity of heart.

But visiting teaching has a way of testing our tolerance, of pulling us along and molding us into a more compassionate, caring person. And we discover we love where we serve.

As time went on, we got the missionaries going there, and this developed into inviting her to come to church on Sundays. Her husband worked - took the car. She had no way, so I picked she and the little children up each Sunday morning. This was a thrill to see pretty little petite shoes, soft curls, and a little mother looking happier and happier each Sunday that arrived.

She was baptized, and not long after this her husband's work took him away from Delta. So she was packing to leave and join him - a knock came at my door - I opened it and met her standing there with this little picture in her hand:

"I want you to know that just being friends with you is something I really treasure."

Yes, sisters of the spirit too, are sent from up above. There is a destiny that makes us sisters. None goes her way alone. All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.

It is important to teach by the Spirit, to always have a prayer before we go. To know if this day the best way is a short, understated visit or a time to linger and listen.

Music : An Inspirational Gift From God

Music was created by God that we might have joy, that we might more fully feel of His spirit. Great music strikes the strings of the inner self. We know that before the foundation of this earth that glorious angels sang glad tidings. God asks Job, "Where wast thou when the foundations of the earth were laid and the morning stars sang together."

When Jesus was born as the little babe in Bethlehem, heavenly angels sang, joyously announcing this powerful and wondrous occasion. We have even been told and wondered if we were there.

The Lord is pleased when we sing.

Now He wants us to sing from our heart and he doesn't care how we sound, how we sing. Remember He told the Prophet Joseph's wife, Emma, He said, "For my soul delighteth in the song of the heart."

Let's sing a song right now. Do you have a favorite you want to sing?

"Did You Think To Pray"

I want to tell you about an experience that this hymn plays a part in. One of our great church leaders, Rex Pinegar, met with a terrible accident. He was seriously burned and the explosion took his eye sight. he lay in the operating room in Spanish Fork where Dr. Moody was trying to repair as best he could the damages from the explosion. Now some of you may know that Dr. Moody married a girl from Oak City. Elder Pinegar had his father nearby and he asked for a blessing. In that blessing his father said, "Now Rex, if you have faith, the Lord will make you whole." Elder Pinegar said into his mind came the song, "Ere you left your room this morning, did you think to pray? Oh how praying rests the weary, prayer will change the night to day." Surely he did need this night to turn to day. And for the 2 1/2 hours he lay on the operating table, he actually hummed and thought of those words with fervent prayer. He had the great faith and the Lord blessed him with His healing power.

Now maybe some of you have had a special experience with one of our beautiful hymns. The Lord does speak to us in song.

I lost my husband suddenly and unexpectedly. He was getting dressed to go to work and had a sudden heart attack. I was in my fifties. Oh the world looked so dreary and long before me. I looked out toward all the long years that were ahead. I walked into church one morning. It was a snowy and blustery day. And the opening hymn was "Lead Kindly Light" and these words penetrated deep into my soul of, "I do not ask to see the distant shore, one step enough for me." I was soothed and quieted and I felt the whisperings to me, "Don't look way out beyond, be peaceful this day. Know of the Lord's love upon you this day. Count your blessings this day."

Sisters I received a comforting lesson and I pray that you too can find peace on this day. Today be comforted and grateful.

May we feel of the Lord's goodness and concern and care for us.

For Care Wing
October 30, 1991

Right In The Middle

Dear Ward Members,

As once again our year rolls around to another ward conference, I'm sure we are counting our blessings for the privilege of holding membership in this great church. I feel certain at this time, out hearts are turned toward helping others to learn of our Gospel and the happiness it can bring.

Last night my family and I were enjoying one of those special summer evenings to the fullest. The cooling evening breeze together with the flowering fragrances and spacious starry skies gave the perfect setting for drawing us together in wonderment and appreciations. I felt the spirit of God's love spread over us.

We were in one happy circle on the lawn, joined together in family games and song from the very youngest on through to grandma -- all sharing and participating -- each feeling individually loved and welcomed.

I glanced back over my shoulder where one little child had wandered into a little toy wagon. For some time he lay quietly, listening and thinking of our night. I stepped over and covered him with m sweater and rejoined our family activities. In a pause of silence his little voice reached out to us as he said, "Let me in your circle, and right in the middle." I scooped him into my arms and there we were now -- all together -- as one! Now how good and complete it felt!

And then I pondered - how man people are on the outside looking in, seeing the glow of warmth & love spread about us and longing to be drawn in.

Then my thoughts carried me to the awareness that first of all we must so live our lives that one would want to join -- that we must within ourselves love life and it's goodness that God placed here for us. Oh may we have true compassion, purity of heart, a zest for living, a grateful heart and thus the true spirit of Christ.

Oh yes, I feel that we first must be whole heartedly converted ourselves before others can see our light! Then, I pray, that we may ever be ready and guided to glance over our shoulder and be receptive to that voice -- like the little boy in the wagon who said, "Let me come into your circle -- and right in the middle."

January 13, 2001
Orvetta's thoughts (written on a post it): Look under after reading the page -
(under the post it): The little tiny boy lying in the wagon was Nathan Nickle.

Her Noblest Calling

Oh a woman seems to know
How she fits into the plan
For God gave her a special part
Since before the time of man.

She knows that she was sent to Earth
To add that special touch
To stand beside her husband
Who needs her very much.

God gave to her a gentleness
None like any other
He filled her heart with tenderness
And the He called her "mother."

Oh who could sing the lullabies
Or teach a small child prayer
Who would fill the cookie jar
If mother isn't there?

It's the simple everyday things
The sharing & giving -
The caring, hoping, praying -
That makes a life worth living.

And she knows the many battles
That she herself must fight
To drive away the darkness
And bring about the light.

Even when its bad times
And there's just a crust of bread,
Her children turn & trust her
And their hungry souls are fed.

It doesn't really matter
If she's rich or if she's poor
If the home is small & humble
Or full of wealth galore.

If she dwells within a mansion
She is needed just the same
To fill it full of laughter
And drive away the rain.

It is such a sweet fulfillment
That is known to her alone
To keep that bit of Heaven
There inside her earthly home.

She knows her noblest calling
Is to guide her family
That they may be together
For all eternity.

The Record

If my eyes are closed when there's trouble about
If I don't hear the sobs of the lonely
If I can't feel in me others heartache and pain
And my thoughts turn inside to me only
If I don't care about others -- how sad!

And 'though I attend my church meetings each week
And say "Yes" to my Bishop when needed
And 'though I always get my one hundred percent
And make sure that each task is completed
If I'm thoughtless of others - how sad!

If I can't overlook and easily accept the weakness
That's there in my brother
If I can't see the mote that is caught in my eye,
Yet see all the bad in another
Again, I must say - how sad!

And when that time comes that my record unfolds
And reveals in a flash all of me
'Though great statistics are there, if my good deeds page is bare
What a waste my earth life would be!
And alas! I shall know, how sad!

Hymns of Sweet Comfort

I would like to share my own experience with "The Healing Power of Hymns" (Ensign, April 2008, 66).

One early October morning, my husband, at age 57, died unexpectedly of a heart attack. I remember that first Sunday after losing him, forcing myself up the sidewalk and into the chapel alone. It was so difficult to sit on that bench and feel the vacancy beside me. But then the opening song brought sweet comfort to me: "Lead, kindly light ... I do not ask to see the distant scene - one step enough for me" (Hymns, no. 97).

Bless The Hands That Serve Thee

Dear Lord,

Please bless the hands that serve Thee, that lift and give, and soothe in countless ways.

Oh bless them as they gently fold at eventide, thanking thee, petitioning thee, for added strength that they may on the morrow render more!

November 1985

From Whence It Came

I wonder as I think of them
Above that red brick store,
Hearts afire, a thirst to give ---
Unto the weak, the poor.

A little band of sisters,
Encircled there as one,
Listening to the Prophet's voice,
As this new plan begun.

I wonder could they really know --
The greatness of that day?
How it would spread through time and space --
How it would wind it's way
Into the hearts throughout the land
Across the seas, and plain
A plan designed to come to earth
Forever to remain.

I see again the flowing skirt
Trudging through the snow
To reach that little humble home
And give it warmth and glow.

I watch the calloused hand of then,
So worn from serving others
Turn into an angel's touch
Upon the weeping mother.

I feel the sorrow in her soul,
The grief upon her face.
And if she could, in this dark hour
She'd take this mother's place.

Today, I fall on bended knee
And fervently I PLEAD ---
Oh open up my heart, my eyes,
To see each sister's need.

Let my hands reach out and touch,
My feet walk through the snow,
May I follow in the footsteps
Of those sisters, long ago!

March 1986

May We Always Pray

As we go to do our teaching
May we always pray
That we may uplift another -
Show we care about each other -
In all we do & say.
We shall always have His spirit
He will guide us through the day.
So, before we do our teaching,
We won't forget to pray.

To the tune of "Don't Forget To Pray" pg. 140
For R.S. Visiting Teaching
March 3, 2002

A Privilege So Dear

Do we call our supervisor when our teaching is done?
Or does she FINALLY call us when the next month's begun?

Now perhaps we may smile at these thoughts here and there
But these things we should do to show our sister we care.

To visit teach is a calling, a privilege so dear ---
To be a part of this sisterhood that God has placed here.

And blessings will come as we serve and give love -
Bounteous blessings will come down from God up above!

All About Visiting Teaching

Is visiting teaching your bag?
We know that it must be
For you said, "Yes, I'll be one,"
And you said it willingly.

Well, let us throw out some tips to you
For you new ones gathered here
That you may know what you should do
As you journey through this year.

As you make your monthly visits
You'll build friendships that will last
But do it early sisters
For time zips by so fast!

There may be new doors you'll knock on
'Twill dampen down your fire
You'll get a cool reception
Your first visit could turn sour.

And it's just because, dear sisters,
They haven't come to know
The joy that's in this sisterhood,
The blessings that will flow.

So you are to spread the sunshine
And never mind the rain
For we are all human beings
God loves us all the same.

And if He loves us all the same,
You shouldn't care at all
If some don't want to join at first,
Don't give up on your call.

Oh yes, know this, that some
May put you through the test
But you'll find out in the long run -
They'll blend in with the rest.

Oh, many times you'll warm a home
With soups & cakes & bread -
But most of all, dear sisters,
Make sure her spirit's fed.

At times you'll think you bit off
Much more than you can chew
And feel you simply can't do all
That you are called to do.

But stick to it, I promise
That you will come to know
The happiness that follows
When you do His work below.

And please until you get one hundred percent
Don't call your teaching done
For we can't bear the thought
Of you missing even one.

Sometimes we just turn a little pale
Fearing someone might be missed
For every single sister
Must be on the list.

We hope that you will be there
When her days are sad and blue
Please make sure your love is felt
In everything you do.

Be mindful as you visit teach
And have a listening ear
Then lock her thoughts deep in your heart
That others should not hear.

No matter what, He loves us
Through winter, spring, and fall
It's up to us to spread His love
Our arms must circle all!

You're a sweetheart for accepting
We think you're really neat
And you deserve our love and kisses
And you simply can't be beat!!!

Given March 4, 2003
Relief Society Birthday Party

Never Be Late

We'll never be late as we go visit teach
We'll go with our bright smiling faces.
Cheering our sisters & leaving our love -
We'll be on time in all places.
Never be late
Never be late
Doing what's right is a treasure.
Always be there
Show them we care
Blessings will flow beyond measure.

A Glorious Organization

It happened in the early spring of eighteen forty-two
It's marvelous beginning came in the city of Nauvoo
The earth was eager to reveal its beauty from the sod
The Prophet too was eager to reveal a plan from God.

This sacred meeting was arranged for Thursday afternoon
To be held above his red brick store in that famed historic room
The Prophet Joseph clothed in power and authority from above
Spoke to the eighteen ladies who had gathered there in love.

He united them together for a noble cause indeed
To give their service freely to those who were in need
To nurse the sick and feed the poop or soothe a heart that's torn
To lift a soul in deep despair and comfort those who mourn.

To study, work and search for truth, improve from day to day
That they may help another to find the better way.
Through inspiration of the Lord these sisters saw the view
Of a worthy society and the good that if would do.

The Prophet Joseph visualized this work as it would grow
And multiply in warmth and love 'til it touched all -- and so
A glorious organization had now received its birth
From a plan designed in Heaven to be carried out on earth!

Composed for Delta 1st Ward Relief Society Annual Celebration:
March 17, 1964

Given in 1st Ward Relief Society again:
March 17, 1969

My Sister

I saw you walk in the Chapel, you smiled and said your "Hello"
The warmth from your eyes so familiar, yet your name - I just didn't know.

There are others spread among us, sharing these same feelings too
But we are sisters together in Zion, with the self same goals in view.

While some live in big tall houses, others a cottage small
But we all blend here together as one it doesn't matter at all.

Some are tall, young or old, and all sizes, no one seems to notice or care
For we see with our hearts and we lift with our thoughts and God's love we all equally share.

For you are you and I am me and after all is said & done
It really doesn't matter - in the gospel we are one.

Oh sister, I'm anxious to know you and to be there to help where I can
For we know we'll share good days and bad days, it's all in the Master's plan.

How good to be here together - in this sisterhood sent from above
May each year bind us closer together as we share in our friendship and love.

March 1, 2006
R.S. Birthday Party "Getting to Know You"

Song for Visiting Teachers

To the tune of "Whatever Will Be--"

I've had an awful time this year -- getting my partner to get on the ball. Her lame excuses you ought to hear -- just listen to this call.

I can't go today, I've got such an aching head. I really should be in bed. Call another day, when it's gone away.

Next week I got her on the line -- what poor excuse would she give me this time. It won't surprise me what she will tell -- I know them all so well.

I can't go today, my canning's piled up on me. It's all over ripe you see. Call another day, when it's put away.

So I count to ten, hang up the phone. Why won't they let me do it alone. We never get our hundred percent, waiting for her consent.

I can't go today my grandkids are here to play. I don't know how long they'll stay. Call another day, when they've gone away.

I know I must turn the other cheek, turn it again when I call her next week. Will it be headache, peaches, or pain. Will it be sleet or rain.

I can't go today, It's going to snow I'm told. The weather looks gray & cold. Call another day, when it's bright and gay.

I hope and pray my president, next year will give me a new resident. All of my patience I realize can't outlast her alibis.

I can't go today, I really would like to go. My husband says, "No, no, no." Got to get away -- fishing starts today.

Then one day my phone began to ring -- it was my partner, what does this mean. "I can't go teaching," she said with a sigh. Then this was my reply.

I can't go today it matters not anyhow. The deadline has passed us now. Call another day. Thank you anyway!

Orvetta's Notes: "Song can be illustrated in different ways, such as singers can divide and some take the part of the other partner answering -- about 3 on each side. Or singers can stand together and sing it."

What Is Relief Society?

Relief Society is many things

1. It's knocking on a door with a casserole in hand.
2. It's the smell of fresh bread & glowing fireplaces; bright quilts and happy homes.
3. It's learning to manage time, & money, & children.
4. It's a sharing of thoughts & ideas & testimonies.
5. It's gardens, & canning, & drying & freezing & satisfaction.
6. It's gazing on well filled pantry shelves of pickles, jams with a proud concealed little smile.
7. It's a lump in your throat when a worn wrinkled hand reaches out to express gratitude.
8. It's listening, understanding, inwardly crying. It's praying, it's humility.
9. It's speaking out for truth & righteousness' sake. It's bringing the light out from under the bushel.
10. It's hurrying home to scoop a child up in your arms and saying, "I love you and so does God."
11. Relief Society brings on an increasing love for family and neighbors.
12. It's music -- from lullabies to symphonies.
13. It's a lifting of a soul and a thirst for beauty.
14. It's socials, & flowers and smiles and graciousness.
15. It's correcting weaknesses and setting goals.
16. Yes, Relief Society let's a woman know the world needs her for her virtuousness and lovliness.

It lets a woman feel who she is and realize what she may become.
It lets a woman know why she is here and where she is going.

Relief Society is beautiful.
Let's share it together.

October 1, 1979