Showing posts with label LDS missionary mom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label LDS missionary mom. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

God is My Compass


By Bruce Goodmansen

 Once my first book became a national best seller shortly after graduating from BYU, I became hooked on the entrepreneur lifestyle.  Since its publication, I have built a number of companies and have create a plethora of products that have been introduced into stores nationwide.  Then came the day when I was heavily embezzled and lost almost everything—at that moment I don’t think my heart could have sunk to a deeper depth—in fact, I did not wish to live. 


Eventually hope healed my painful wounds, and then the thought came to mind to create a unique compass that would serve as a constant reminder of just who will always be my best guide in life—especially when I am lost.  So at the position of north, upon the compass face, the word, GOD, was added, for He, indeed, is our finest guide in life and our True North.  The scripture, Joshua 1:9 was engraved in brass on the backside as a reminder that the Lord is with us in all our daily travels.



The God is My Guide Compass was produced as a gift of faith just over a year ago, and since then our company has sold nearly 5,000 throughout the country.  We have received emails from missionary moms who wanted to thank us for the inspiration the compass has become in the daily life of their missionary.  Grandparents have written us to say that the compass is now traditionally given to every grandchild on the day of their baptism.   And people of every faith have posted gracious reviews to express the joy it has brought to them or to a loved one.

Life can be terribly overwhelming, but as the prophet Joshua said: “Be strong and courageous!  For the Lord thy God is with thee wherever you go.”  We hope the compass will remind you of this constant blessing throughout your life.

Monday, January 5, 2015

Are We Not All Beggars

Guest Blogger Julianne Brown Clegg lives in Lehi, Utah. She is the mother of 6. Tanner is her oldest and first missionary out. Julianne works as an aid at an elementary school. She loves to read every missionary blog she can find. Julianne served a mission in California, San Bernardino 20+ years ago.


My son, Elder Tanner Clegg, has been serving in the South Africa, Johannesburg Mission, for 6 months. Growing up, soccer was a huge part of his life. When he received his call, he googled what the main religion in South Africa is and one site said "Sports.... it brings us together." He was excited to go to a country where he thought he would be playing soccer in the streets with kids. It's true. He loves playing with the kids...but it's not how he played in Lehi. There's no matching game shirts or underarmour material or nike shorts. There are no nike balls or bright colored cleats, socks, and shin guards. The kids and youth congregate with a ball made of tied together rags or plastic bags. They make a goal post out of a random piece of wood or something already sticking out of the ground. The field is not nice grass or artificial turf...it's uneven dirt with clumps and rocks, or more recently, it's mud.  

Johannesburg has had a postal strike (which just ended) for 4 months. The MP emailed families and told us to put money in their accounts instead of trying to send Christmas packages. Grandma & Grandpa put $100 in Tanner's account and told him about it in his email on the Monday before Christmas. I told Tanner to go buy himself something and he said "I can't, not when those around me have so little." So, he and his companion Elder Savage, went to a little store and bought out all the soccer balls.  



He said: "I dumped like 1000 rand ($100) on little soccer balls, i bought like 19 of them and am giving like 5 to the ward, and the others just writing our numbers and a little message saying like “Jesus Christ can make us smile every day, find out how by calling ________” type-thing. I'm just gonna drive out to the poorest areas tomorrow. "


Because they had a busy Christmas day planned, they chose to give them out on a rainy Christmas Eve afternoon.  

His words from his blog are:
"Christmas Eve was the best. My grandma sent some money this side so we went and bought out all the soccer balls from this store. We drove out and just gave them to little kids who looked like they needed some love on Christmas.(tannercleggsouthafrica.blogspot.com)"











Tanner told us about it on our Christmas Skype. It made all of us happy for those kids to get balls...a luxury they don't get very often. He has told us over and over about their poverty and their needs and how he just wants to give them the clothes off his back. In fact, he did do that about a month ago. He said there is a man known for always being the "naked drunk". Many have offered him clothes, but he is not interested. My son happened to luck out. Tanner took his nice new pajama pants from JCPenny, and the man accepted them, and has been seen wearing them.  
He also teaches a young boy who reminds Tanner of his little brother Max who he baptized 2 years ago when he turned 8. So, Max decided to send some of his own shirts to the kid who's name is Austyn. My son would tell us how Austyn wears the same Mickey Mouse t-shirt each week to church. So, Max sent him some of his shirts from his closet. And it's fun to see Austyn in the shirts.


I love being a MM and watching my son grow. He's always had a generous heart and I knew when he left that he would probably come home with nothing. Mostly because he loses everything. So, it makes me happy to see him give it all away, instead of losing it all. I know all of our kids are learning these amazing life lessons and are doing great things! And President Hollands talk "Are We Not All Beggars" couldn't hit closer to home for all these young missionaries.  

~Julianne

PLEASE NOTE:  Before organizing a project similar to this, please consult with the Mission President and receive permission from the proper Priesthood Authority.   In some areas of the world gift giving by the missionaries is not permit for various reason.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

I'm Just a Missionary Mom

I'm just a missionary mom. I have a child out. What is she (he) doing today? Did you get enough to eat? Did you sleep well? Is your companion your best friend? Were you warm enough today? Do your feet ache after a rough day? These are my thoughts all day long, because I love you, because I worry, because I am a missionary mom.

Did you see my child today? Did she (he) knock on your door? Did you offer her something cool to drink? Or did you slam the door? Please don't be angry with my child. She (he) is just serving the Lord. Please don't cuss at my child, she (he) is there trying to help you get to God someday. I think of these things because I am a missionary mom. 

Did you know, that Monday is my day too? I sit and wait for your email! I want to hear, did you have any baptisms this week? Did you teach the Gospel? Did you feel the spirit today? Were your appointments successful? I wait breathless, because I am a missionary mom.
Were you able to get fed today? Did you laugh and take a deep breathe? Were you able just to see God's work all around you in each face, each cloud, and every child? I see art work that God has done with you, because I am a missionary mom.
Each letter I write, each package that I send to you, I wonder, did you like it? did that make you happy? Did it give you a little love from home? I do this for you because I am a missionary mom.

Each day I am on my knees asking God to protect you and your companion, and all the missionaries all around the world. I have other moms who are my friends, because they too are missionary moms. We pray for you, miss you, love you and think of you every day, because we are missionary moms.

I love you my child, because I am a Missionary Mom!

Anna Carbone