More about the Wisdom of Ruby Landis

Larry,
I recently had a situation at Church that left me devastated and ready to never return.
I (also) listened that day to a speaker about family history and how web services have increased the speed in which much of our work is done.
Still suffering under my hurt feelings, out of curiosity I searched under grandma's name and was led to one of your journal entries about Ruby Landis and the kitchen window.
I really don't know how many times in my life I had heard those words from my grandma, but in a time of deep despair she spoke to me through you.
God has preserved you here on this earth, if nothing else, for me.
Thank you!
Love,
Shirleen Moore

Note: For the rest of the story about Ruby Landis, scroll down to "The Wisdom of Ruby Landis" (1/22/07 entry)

Sent to a Friend about "Family Home Evenings"

My Monday night habits must seem strange, even peculiar to you, I suppose.
Monday is the one day of the week that I shut out the rest of the world, and focus on better things.
It's like a vacation for me.
Our LDS Faith designates Monday nights as "Family Home Evening Night", when we all are strongly encouraged to spend time together as a family and not be distracted by other folks or activities.
In this way, LDS families at least have one night a week wherein they all eat together and spend time with each other, without other folks and other activities and commitments pulling us in different directions.
Some (like me) won't even let the telephone distract us, and I set my outgoing voice mail to tell callers that it will not record incoming messages on Mondays, so that I don't have to follow up with anything or anybody when I drag myself home from work at the prison.
My children are grown now and my wife is long gone, but I still enjoy the productive peace and quiet of at least one night a week without nonfamily folks or something else intruding upon me.

From a Friend & Worth Sharing

... Things used to be important to me. But that's because I grew up in such tremendous poverty. We were rich in spirit but often had no idea where our next meal was coming from. Prostitutes lived on the main floor, and my Mom and I lived upstairs in a one-room apartment. We shared a bathroom with an old man who lived in a room across the hall. Wow... we didn't even have a phone! At times, this was perilous, but we had guardian angels who protected us and we remained safe. God somehow always took care of us and we would manage to survive with integrity. We moved frequently. $15-$25 per month apartments were very much too much for my Mom to handle. (She was a laundry worker and the language barrier was great for her.) I was blessed to help my Mom get a Temple Recommend. She never thought she was worthy because I was illegitimate. The bishop told her... she was worthy to enter the temple. Can you believe that such poverty would have existed right in
the heart of Salt Lake City?...

Caught in the Act

During the rest hymn of the LDS Church General Conference Priesthood Broadcast tonight, I briefly walked outside to get a breath of fresh air.
It was then that I noticed a gaggle of giggling girls, busily toilet-papering one of the cars in the Church parking lot.
Swiftly walking up to and surprising these miscreants, I sternly told them that they also needed to soap up the car windows.

"...the weak and the simple..."

Today, modern day Apostle, Boyd K. Packer, reminded us of the blessings reserved for "...the weak and the simple..." who strive to rise above our inherent personal inadequacies (Doctrine & Covenants Section 1, Verse 23 - The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints).
We all are inadequate, and I have felt especially so today.
Nevertheless, I also know as Job knew and knows ( Old Testament: Job, Chapter 19, Verses 25 &26).