How Do You Think That Mother Guessed?

Which Loved Best?

"I love you, Mother," said little John;

Then, forgetting his work, his cap went on,

And he was off to the garden-swing,

And left her the water and wood to bring.

"I love you, Mother," said rosy Nell —

"I love you better than tongue can tell;"

Then she teased and pouted full half the day

Till her mother rejoiced when she went to play.

"I love you, Mother," said little Fan;

"To-day I'll help you all I can;

How glad I am school doesn't keep!"

So she rocked the babe till it fell asleep.

Then, stepping softly, she fetched the broom

And swept the floor and tidied the room;

Busy and happy all day was she,

Helpful and happy as child could be.

"I love you, Mother," again they said,

Three little children going to bed.

How do you think that mother guessed

Which of them really loved her best?

- by Joy Allison

Not a Matter of Opinion

Spencer W. Kimball

"This true way of life is not a matter of opinion. There are absolute truths and relative truths. The rules of dietetics have changed many times in my lifetime. Many scientific findings have changed from year to year. The scientists taught for decades that the world was once a nebulous, molten mass cast off from the sun, and later many scientists said it once was a whirl of dust which solidified. There are many ideas advanced to the world that have been changed to meet the needs of the truth as it has been discovered. There are relative truths, and there are also absolute truths which are the same yesterday, today, and forever—never changing. These absolute truths are not altered by the opinions of men. As science has expanded our understanding of the physical world, certain accepted ideas of science have had to be abandoned in the interest of truth. Some of these seeming truths were stoutly maintained for centuries. The sincere searching of science often rests only on the threshold of truth, whereas revealed facts give us certain absolute truths as a beginning point so we may come to understand the nature of man and the purpose of his life." 

- Spencer W. Kimball, "Absolute Truth"

Nothing this Truth Can Dim

My Life is But a Weaving

“My life is but a weaving

Between my God and me.

I cannot choose the colors

He weaveth steadily.

Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;

And I in foolish pride

Forget He sees the upper

And I the underside.

Not ’til the loom is silent

And the shuttles cease to fly

Will God unroll the canvas

And reveal the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful

In the weaver’s skillful hand

As the threads of gold and silver

In the pattern He has planned

He knows, He loves, He cares;

Nothing this truth can dim.

He gives the very best to those

Who leave the choice to Him.”

― Anonymous