Sometimes the Spirit moves us to our very core, yet we choose not to move ourselves at all. In the balance of life, there is a great, gaping distance between the ideal (or what my mother thinks I am) and the truth. Joyfully, our Savior is patient with us, even when we may not be patient with ourselves, and he calls angels to bear us up -- to see something within us that we ourselves couldn´t see...to raise our vision by loving, sincere expectation.
I want to dedicate this week´s Holla to one such angel in my life.
An Angel to Bear Me Up
What do you get when you find a heart set on making others happy?
Hands willing to serve late nights and long hours, that never lose their gentle touch?
A sweet scent that sings of steaming bacon delivered to a young boy´s bed,
And Cinnamon at Christmas time?
Or the deep, soul-warming smell of pine, or of campfires that smell like deep conversation from deep within a Utah forest?
What do you get when the world falls apart (broken bones and hearts, or ripped jeans),
And is sewn back together with delicate hands and an expertly threaded needle:Patched up with a special kind of love.
Or a life at the point of tearing beyond repair,
When tears are choked back to give loving counsel disguised as irrelevant commentary
To keep from shattering a young man´s pride?
And yet, meeting with the wrecking ball of grim reality, it shatters anyway.
The irrelevent commentary becomes a treasure map for finding happiness.
What do you get when you die to the world?
When you are just a memory and a page full of words?
In whose hands will you leave what you left?
When that thing called home comes once a week in envelopes or a 10 by 10 by 10 inch package,
And floods the heart with the best thing you´ve got: Nostalgia.
When you have an example to look to --service, sacrifice, love -- and a person to trust?
The memory manager, the page processor, the property preotector, the map-maker?
A mountain of great mentors, and army of angels, or a battalion of best friends?
Or Just...Mom!
Happy Mothers Day Mom!
I LOVE YOU!
I called home this week and spoke with my beloved mother, father, and family. It`s always a recharging experience. I shared with them stories of eating alligator, holding monkey`s, and helping an old lady wire her house to escape the enveloping darkness of old age and an electricity-less house. The phone call gave purpose to all of my trying.
Trying to scale a muddy mountain side and falling to certain and entire muddiness. Trying to cross a street and running into a speeding truck, it`s side mirror running into me. Trying to do the work of God and finding golden families and future leaders by faith that frustrates lop-sided probability.
I wish there were time and means to share it all, but I will share with you the best part: Our Brother Jesus LIVES! He´s calling you as He has called me and those like my mother that stand by my side.
Rise up! Answer Him and He will answer you! Knock, seek...DO!
I love you beyond word.
Elder McCarty
905 Overlooking the port. I was going to climb that tree for a pic until I discovered it was COVERED in thorns!
899 The fancy chinese restaurant buffet we went to last PDAY and I ate until I was sick (even tried sushi, yuk :-).
902 Last week doing internet. Kind of boring but at least now I realize I need to take more COOL pics.
1003 My Comp snapped a surprise pic waiting for lunch. I look a little angry about something (I hope I don`t always look like that!).
1037 Me with the colt that I always try to befriend but it always turns it´s hind end to me as if it´s going to kick me. My comp, who grew up on a farm just laughs at my fearful sprinting away.
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