Having the Savior Beside Us

If the Savior stood beside me, would I do the things I do? Would I think of His commandments and try harder to be true? Would I follow His example? Would I live more righteously, If I could see the Savior standing nigh, watching over me? *** This sweet song written by Sally DeFord, says we need not ask---The Savior to let us stand beside Him. This great task--- Gives us hope to set down our own mask.--- And in His loving light may we joyfully bask.

If the Savior stood beside me, would I often kneel to pray? Would I listen to the Spirit’s voice, and hasten to obey? Would I count my many blessings? Would I praise Him gratefully If I could see the Savior standing nigh watching over me?*** The Savior will remind us to seek Him and to pray.--- He is close beside us when we ask and Him obey? --- The world’s cares crowd our minds both night and day.--- But with His constant love, we will know the way.

If the Savior stood beside me, would I comfort those in need? Would I try to show the Savior’s love in every word and deed? Would I give to those who hunger? Would I serve more willingly If I could see the Savior standing nigh, watching over me?*** With Easter near, we desire the Savior beside us.--- This gift encourages us to try harder, thus;--- We feel and love Him more. He requires no fuss.--- For a few days let’s forget ourselves and climb upon His bus.

The true meaning of Easter, a sacred holiday, often gets swept under the rug due to celebrations of bunnies and egg hunts. This year is a good time to focus on songs and hymns that remind us of the Savior and His great gift. I am sharing this beloved children's song and hope it will help you have hope.

Ministering Mush By the Mouthfuls

“What do you want for breakfast?” I asked my honey crush. He gave a look that made me almost blush. “Something good, take your time and please don’t rush”. So I fixed him a big bowl of cracked wheat ‘mush’!

We have it once a week and he actually fixed it today. With nuts, brown sugar and craisins, you will gobble it down so fast you wont even remember it's mush and that you don't like it. As a kid my mom made us eat oatmeal mush. I hated it. Always the last one to leave the table until my bowl was clean. One day I dumped it all out on the table and plopped a loaf of home made bread on top, announcing I was done eating. I got busted. She tried Malt-o-Meal. It was worse. Then she found another hot cereal, cracked wheat mush, Roman Meal. I could actually eat all of it.