First off i would like to say happy mothers day to all of the mothers out there. you truley are remarkable. i guess ill take this time to share what i wrote today. i am talking in church on this beautiful mothers day. my topic is how can we honor our mothers. and i just finished with my talk.
Another Mother's Day is here,
Bringing joy and pleasures new,
On this special day, Mother dear,
I want to remember you
I cannot give you costly gifts,
And I've told you this before,
No matter what I give to you,
You give back much, much more
I'm giving you a pure, sweet rose,
Gathered in the early morn,
This rose you planted in my heart,
The day that I was born
In kindly, loving thoughts of you,
And with the faith you still impart,
The rose I give to you today,
Is the love that's in my heart
Good Afternoon Brothers and Sisters. It is a pleasure to speak to all of you on this beautiful mother’s day. Last week bishop called me and asked me if I would give a talk on mothers day. Last year the same question was posed to my father and me – bishop asked us to give a talk on mother’s day. Well, my dad and I accepted, then told our mother about how we got assigned to give a talk on Sunday. When we told her, her face did not express an attitude of excitement and joy, but a face of sadness and disappointment came upon her. We asked her what was wrong and she told us that she would be out of town that day, and would not be able to hear us speak. My father and I then called bishop and told him how Gayle would be out of town on mother’s day. A long paused took place, and a couple seconds later the bishop told us that we didn’t have to give the talks. Unlike our dear mothers face, our faces were brightened up with a big smile when we herd the good news. We were excused of our talking assignment.
This morning I woke up at 6:30 Am to drive my father and MOTHER to the airport. They decided that today was they day that they would escape from their busy busy lives at home and spend a few weeks in paradise on the white sandy beaches of Hawaii. Unlike last year, here I am in front of you today, making up for my loss of not giving the talk last year.
Last Sunday bishop gave me a sheet of paper with my sacrament talk topic on it. It reads- how do we honor and respect motherhood in our families, wards, ect. How can we help the world to understand and maintain the supreme importance of motherhood. Right when I read the topic the first thing that came to my mind was Chase….. Now know as Elder Arnold, and for the seminary students - on scripture mastery day know as …. Ready….chase ARNOLD. Chase; as most of you may know is serving his mission in Boston Massachusetts right now. When chase was growing up, he spent endless days at the manning household eating dinner with us, swimming in the pool on the hot summer days, and just hanging out with the family watching movies and playing Nintendo. My mother thought of him as a son. Chase was a very respectful and caring boy. He was raised by a loving mother, and chase knew that with all his heart. The way chase would treat and honor his mother, is the way we all should. I do not know any other boy that has so much respect for ones mother as chase Arnold did for his. When we would be playing Nintendo at my house in the bonus room, and my mother would ask me to come downstairs to help out with laundry or to tell Sophie ( our dog ) to be quite, or to help clean up the kitchen, my response would come as a yell, screaming-- hold on I’m busy- chase would pause the game, look me strait in my eyes, and tell me- that is your mother your talking to – now please go downstairs and ask her what you can do for her. I am so thankful that I had the opportunity to go through my childhood with chase Arnold by my side. I have learned endless accounts on how to not only treat women, but how to treat my mother. I have learned so much from him and his sweet spirt, and I’m sure the people in Boston are ever so pleased to have him serving them. Today is mothers day as of of you may know, and chase is going to call home to his sweet mother today. I can only imagine how proud Sister Swenson is of her son.