<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411</id><updated>2012-02-15T02:46:19.556-07:00</updated><category term='The Love of God'/><category term='Holly Ghost'/><category term='The Church of Jesus Christ'/><category term='Temples'/><category term='e.e. commings'/><category term='general conference'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='The mission of Jesus Christ'/><category term='Gods Love'/><category term='Change'/><category term='Joseph Smith'/><category term='Thomas S'/><category term='Courage'/><category term='Preach my Gospel'/><category term='Togetherness'/><category term='Love of God'/><category term='Homedale Idaho'/><category term='Bible'/><category term='Snow White'/><category term='Imagination'/><category term='Personalities'/><category term='Acheiving goals'/><category term='Open Heart'/><category term='Heaven'/><category term='Testimony'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='cool runnings'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Julie B. Beck'/><category term='Hymns'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Color Code'/><category term='Monson'/><category term='Atonement'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Creation'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='25 things about you'/><category term='valentines day'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Spring time'/><category term='Growth'/><category term='LDS'/><category term='Mothers'/><category term='The Name of Christ'/><category term='Dreaming'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Missionary Work'/><category term='Cinderella'/><category term='Star Trek'/><category term='Mothers Day'/><category term='Thought'/><title type='text'>My Little Soap Box</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-3923866216086630356</id><published>2012-02-07T21:55:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T00:28:40.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"One's real life is often the life that one does not lead." Oscar Wilde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Through the glass and a world away is a face gazing back at yours. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;She wears&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;your&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;smile,&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;your&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;retainer and the make-up you keep inside&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;your&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;drawers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You fix&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;her&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;hair and bleach&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;her&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;teeth... &amp;nbsp;fuss, fussy, fussing, every little thing you edit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Always wishing she looked like someone else, never giving her due credit!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So who is she, throughout the day, what does she do when you walk away? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Have you not ever wondered, even just a little? From start to end, hasn’t there got to be middle?! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;That girl who you say has so many flaws, the one whose beauty your gaze never draws, she has a story too and this is just a part. This story has only begun and what I say is quite simply a start.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A daily game you play with her, it consists of selling yourself short. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You compare the virtues of others to your weakest weakness for sport.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So, who is this girl, I ask you about? What could she matter, that girl, too tall, thin or stout? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;To you, my writing may seem silly, daft, dare I say nonsensical? However, I do have a purpose and it is not merely whimsical. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For you see, she has your face, your hair, your clothes yet she is not bound by the fear that you chose.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;She lives her life in paths unknown to you, the sky her limit! She fears nothing new!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;She is at the beach, in Europe, in mountains glen, does just what she pleases, every now AND then!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uEZyYZtgD8Y/TzH23TH2vMI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/XuPe-o0jXyA/s1600/little+girl+looking+into+mirror.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uEZyYZtgD8Y/TzH23TH2vMI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/XuPe-o0jXyA/s320/little+girl+looking+into+mirror.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;She rolls down grassy hills and dances for all to see never stopping&amp;nbsp;to wonder "who is&amp;nbsp;judging&amp;nbsp;me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;She colors the world outside of your lines, she paints and dreams and&amp;nbsp;sings that song a million more times!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You know which song I mean to say, it’s stuck in your head! It wont go away... You must set it free and watch it fly upward over the most tippy top tree!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Her life is fun, exciting, each day it is new...&amp;nbsp;And if you listen closer than close,&amp;nbsp;you can hear that she is calling for you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If you could just see beyond the flaws in the glass, your life may begin to sparkle and fear, may become a thing of the past.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fear is a silly thing you know. It will always wait for later! Because you see, it cannot exist nor will it linger, in the heart of a true creator! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So, start living life now, don't wait for tomorrow! Because if you wait and wait for time to fly,&amp;nbsp;it’s not&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;her&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;parade that will pass you by! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Please, please, promise me this! Though this poem is long, this part, do not miss! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Don’t judge that girl, in the mirror, you are seeing...&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For, when all is said and done, it is her you should be "being"!&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Follow her childlike example and your life shall bring joy to you! If this proves a challenge, you could always imagine you’re stuck together with glue! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Get to know her and prove my theory! Just thinking of your adventures… gee, I’m getting a little teary! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So, when you are old and grey, this life almost through, I hope you are glad to have lived your life with you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have been forward, a bit harsh, even scolding… but look inside and see the treasure you are now holding! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have given you truth and self-love in poem form, and when you are done reading; I hope you feel a bit fuzzy and warm. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;That warmth is a hug from deep within! Don’t feel sheepish, it’s okay to grin!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My wish is that you look at that girl as your very dearest friend, and love yourself that way, until your journeys happy end!&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-3923866216086630356?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/3923866216086630356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2012/02/ones-real-life-is-often-life-that-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/3923866216086630356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/3923866216086630356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2012/02/ones-real-life-is-often-life-that-one.html' title='&quot;One&apos;s real life is often the life that one does not lead.&quot; Oscar Wilde'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uEZyYZtgD8Y/TzH23TH2vMI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/XuPe-o0jXyA/s72-c/little+girl+looking+into+mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-6285051931209993113</id><published>2012-01-03T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:34:49.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the earth floods from global warming, the swimmers will rule the world.  ~Author Unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have been thinking about my new year and I feel really grateful to have been so blessed these past 23.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And in all I have to be grateful for, I still have much to better about myself. There are dreams that I gave up on, put on a shelf and left far behind. There are dreams that I am dreaming, and there are dreams yet to create!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My&amp;nbsp;first resolution of the year is to begin swimming again. I am very happy to return to it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There is nothing quite so freeing as water. It liberates the mind, body and soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;... I wish I could express to you what water is to me...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess the closest I can come to is to say that, water is a second self to a swimmer.&amp;nbsp;It never stops calling you and even when you have long been absent,&amp;nbsp;it remembers your touch and welcomes you home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have also been looking into Scuba Diving and I am pretty excited for the adventures that this year will hold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the story of a 91 year old man. He is the worlds oldest active Scuba Diver! I found his article inspiring and I think you might as well. Have a look.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scubadiving.com/training/advanced-skills/what-its-be-worlds-oldest-diver"&gt;http://www.scubadiving.com/training/advanced-skills/what-its-be-worlds-oldest-diver&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fuBJIPpWI4E/TwPVsQKReqI/AAAAAAAAA7E/boC6rnSCRL8/s1600/norman1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fuBJIPpWI4E/TwPVsQKReqI/AAAAAAAAA7E/boC6rnSCRL8/s1600/norman1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-6285051931209993113?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/6285051931209993113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-earth-floods-from-global-warming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/6285051931209993113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/6285051931209993113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-earth-floods-from-global-warming.html' title='When the earth floods from global warming, the swimmers will rule the world.  ~Author Unknown'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fuBJIPpWI4E/TwPVsQKReqI/AAAAAAAAA7E/boC6rnSCRL8/s72-c/norman1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-4813289536873841445</id><published>2011-09-29T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T17:13:12.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"True love stories never have endings." -Richard Bach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ6ItJzszV4/Tl8TcCpv7HI/AAAAAAAAA4g/vTkMk0Nd9EQ/s1600/photo+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ6ItJzszV4/Tl8TcCpv7HI/AAAAAAAAA4g/vTkMk0Nd9EQ/s320/photo+%25283%2529.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;These are my Grandparents. Aren't they an ideal couple??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Something even better than that is that they are still together and have just celebrated their&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;59th&amp;nbsp;wedding&amp;nbsp;anniversary!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In my last post I talked about the desires of the heart and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;what matters most in this life...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Well my friends, this is it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Harold and Marcelene are the parents of 5 Daughters and 2 Sons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The Grandparents of 34 and the Great-Grandparents of 24.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I am proud of my family history and I look forward to adding my own story to its pages!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My Grandparents have taught me many things and while visiting them last week,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I decided to interview them and document their answers in this blog... its sort of my way of&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;learning from the past and keeping them&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;with me forever!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Among the things I have learned from them are qualities such as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Faith&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Respect&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tradition&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quality Time&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Humor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Work &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I will be sharing with you&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quotes from Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;General Authorities, Scriptures, and even some of my own thoughts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;One of the things I admire most about them is that my Grandparents have set an example of how to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;i&gt;establish a &amp;nbsp;house&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2f393a; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;, even a house of prayer, a house of fasting, a house of faith, a house of learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;ing, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2f393a; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;house of glory, a house of order, a house of God.&lt;/i&gt;"-D&amp;amp;C 88:119&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;And as President Monson has advised, they have made "&lt;i&gt;Time for family, time for work, time for study, time for service, time for recreation, time for self- but above all, time for Christ&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;When I visit their home, I not only feel their love for the Gospel but I feel the bond that they have made with their family. Its real and its powerful!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This bond has many different threads and I believe that it started many generations ago!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 22px;"&gt;What legacy do you want to leave to your&amp;nbsp;posterity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Their answers, I feel are very true to who they are and what they have taught us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUcRE9W7_qc/TmRLci6qs7I/AAAAAAAAA54/McZ73Ryf0JQ/s1600/Jesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUcRE9W7_qc/TmRLci6qs7I/AAAAAAAAA54/McZ73Ryf0JQ/s320/Jesus.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Work&lt;/b&gt;, weather they like it or not. I've always preached to them about work. When they come visit me they get to work. Weather its the mother and granddaughters working in the home or the Grandsons working in the feild. Everybody needs to work. Not only to help take care of one another but work is healthy, mentally, spiritually, physically." -Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;"The legacy that I would like to leave to my family is a testimony of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Your Great Grandpa Westover really wanted to go on a mission and when it didn't work out he raised his children to serve the Lord. He put the desire of missionary work in our family. Our legacy is &lt;b&gt;Missionary work&lt;/b&gt;, and a testimony of Jesus Christ."- Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;These two distinctive answers go hand in hand and I am forever grateful to my dear Grandparents for instilling these great truths into the blood of my family!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Elder Neil A. Maxwell said;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Our Heavenly Father has described His vast plan for His children by saying,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Behold, this is my&amp;nbsp;work&amp;nbsp;and my glory- to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;of man"-(Moses 1:39) Consider the significance of the Lord's use of the word&amp;nbsp;work.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What He is doing so lovingly and redemptively is, nevertheless, work-even for Him!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;If His glory comes from work, how much cause have we to rejoice!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;The spirit of Missionary Work is in us and it has impacted my life forever!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;My father served a faithful mission following the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;example left him by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his parents and grandparents,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;all of his children have likewise served the Lord as missionaries&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;in&amp;nbsp;varied&amp;nbsp;places throughout the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This work has given us much joy and has bonded us together as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Do you have advice for your grandchildren who are just starting out in their lives together?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv37_en8_go/TmRBsoxu6AI/AAAAAAAAA5c/wdqvKenAYkY/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv37_en8_go/TmRBsoxu6AI/AAAAAAAAA5c/wdqvKenAYkY/s320/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;*"Yeah I do! You know there will be times in your married life where you will have&amp;nbsp;disagreements&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;arguments and you just need to remember&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;what you felt like on your wedding day. And there will be times&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;where it will be hard to do that (Chuckles) But if you do that you will remember that you had a &lt;i&gt;reason&lt;/i&gt; for marrying them."-Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;*"This life is the time to prepare to meet God. A time to preform all your labors and one of those labors is Marriage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;To bring your family to meet God and so you have to make your marriage work. In other words you've got to hang in there and have... a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;daughter that lives the commandments, full of joy and faith and even cuts your hair." &amp;nbsp;: ) -Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt; is the first great commandment.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;I believe that if you truly love God, you can't help but love His children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Causing you to become more like Him by serving Him and living His Gospel plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This makes a fantastic foundation for any relationship&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;especially and more specifically marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;-How do you keep your love alive?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Their relies I thought were pretty funny... but there is also a lot to learn from them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;"It just got to be habit." -Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;"Our health problems, You don't think about it but in hard times we feel sorry for one another and worry about the other one and I think that helps our love life.(hahaha)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;You get so you depend on the other one and she does a lot more for me than she used to &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to do, but she does it with a smile and a kiss and that's how its supposed to be. I think the Lord knew what He was doing when He had us grow old."- Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;Grandpa always makes me laugh! He is wonderful and although his comment was humorous, President Hinckley has said -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;"I have long felt that happiness in marriage is not so much a matter of romance as it is an anxious concern for the comfort and well-being of one's companion. That involves a willingness to overlook&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;weakness and mistakes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;What traits do you admire about your spouse?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrFa4wSN7Io/TmRBvgGqmTI/AAAAAAAAA5g/glrlOuAbXrA/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrFa4wSN7Io/TmRBvgGqmTI/AAAAAAAAA5g/glrlOuAbXrA/s320/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;*"Well the one big thing that impresses me about Grandma is the love and the time she puts on her Grandkids. And the thing that really brings this out is the birthdays. With 34 of them it keeps her hopp'n but she pretty well knows all her&amp;nbsp;grand-kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;birthdays.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma has always had a knack to make a house a home. I don't remember and it don't worry me about what she knew when we got married but when we got into it she always had a knack to make our house a home for me and the kids and whoever came.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;One night the&amp;nbsp;bishopric&amp;nbsp;came and we were sitting here and they said ' we want to invite you to do something. because of the spirit of this home, we want you to invite different members of the ward into your home and teach them how to have Family Home Evening."-Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"One is his love for the Gospel. There was a time in my life where I had a lot of ill health, and if Grandpa hadn't urged me to come with him to Church I may have slipped into inactivity, not for lack of belife but just because I was so sick and it would have been easy not to go. But he has always been so strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;he makes me better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;"He makes life fun. He has a cheerful out look on life and he just makes it fun. He always had&amp;nbsp;all-day&amp;nbsp;suckers stashed away in his drawer and I used to get after him because he'd pull out the candy just before dinner. But he always loved to give the kids sweets."-Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is it that helped you get through the hard times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;"I went to the Stake President to get my Temple&amp;nbsp;recommend&amp;nbsp;to get Married and he asked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;'Are you ready to be married for time and all eternity'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I said 'Yes.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There are times that I have had to look back on that and you know, its a&amp;nbsp;decision.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like being happy is a decision." -Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;" Happiness in marriage and parenthood can exceed a thousand times any other happiness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;-Elder James E. Faust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;"We had 15 years of hard times and I think probably our&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;kids really helped us get through them. Living the Gospel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;and Family time. "-Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;"So frequently we mistakenly believe that our children need more things, when in reality their silent pleadings are simply for more of our time. The accumulation of wealth or the multiplication of assets belies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;Master's teaching:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;"Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal.But lat up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;and where thieves do not break through nor steal." -President Monson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do you have any traditions together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;"The 4th of July was always a big holiday. We'd go up the canyon just&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;as far as we could drive the pickup and have&amp;nbsp;pick-nicks.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;During hay hauling days we'd meet Grandpa at&amp;nbsp;Twin Lakes for lunch and&amp;nbsp;have a&amp;nbsp;pick-nick&amp;nbsp;and Swim while it was hot. He made things fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;If he had been one just to work, work, work&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;we wouldn't have had much family time." -Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;"We've always been big on Bon Fires. The younger ones were in on it enough&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;that they still want it."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Grandpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;I have to say, I have a lot of wonderful memories with bonfires in them!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;As a family we would gather and sing songs and bear testimonies. I love to hear the stories and songs of the past. And hearing my Grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles, cousins and siblings bear testimony of our Savior and His Gospel&amp;nbsp;greatly&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;impacted my life! &amp;nbsp;This is a tradition that I will carry on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do you have a song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;i&gt;On moonlight bay"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do you have a family song?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Don't go away and leave me" is the family song."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;I really wish I could play these songs for you... I just love them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;"We used to sing in the car and when we had visiters. We would sing harmony songs.&lt;/span&gt;We used to like to go explore the area and one reason we sang was so the kids wouldn't fight so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;But the kids had such beautiful voices and Grandpa always liked to sing. He'd be out on the tracktor just singing away! &amp;nbsp;Something I really missed when the kids went away was hearing them sing together. My Father had a beautiful voice and so did the Westovers, so I guess the kids got it double berrle. "-Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;"Part of the idea that 'if you Pray and play together you stay together' Its just that you're doing things together wether its singing or playing hide and seek." -Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;What was it like to be a parent 50 years ago?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5vHNz76rBo/TmRBzubvlfI/AAAAAAAAA5k/gpqwKvjl0ko/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p5vHNz76rBo/TmRBzubvlfI/AAAAAAAAA5k/gpqwKvjl0ko/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;"Probably a lot less complicated than it is now, there weren't as many distractions. It was just a really different time. Until you have&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;children you don't know how much fun they are."-Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;"Its just a feeling that you don't get anyother way. Having a family, a little girl or a little boy, its special. Life changes and circles&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;around the kids, like it should. If it don't then it don't last."-Grandpa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 22px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;My Grandparents are really neat people. They are farmers and live a very quiet and simple life. A life to be&amp;nbsp;envied!&amp;nbsp;They do most things together, its really sweet. They have a large garden that they work together, they read together, they drive together,and 3 meals a day they set the table, pray and eat together. That's also a tradition that I admire and want to add to my family one day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Whats your favorite meal to eat together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Well what do you mean? We eat &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; our meals together."-Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Probably Breakfast. Oh I think its my favorite meal of the day, Its in the morning. Its nice, especially when she fixes my favorite breakfast." -Grandpa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNCYgng59AU/TmRGFcQ3EQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/PY1A5VWg06c/s1600/breakfast-for-two-1937-movie-title-small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNCYgng59AU/TmRGFcQ3EQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/PY1A5VWg06c/s200/breakfast-for-two-1937-movie-title-small.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;Grandpa went on for about 10 minutes telling me what his favorite breakfast is... it was so funny! When he was done, Grandma asked,"Well when do you get that??" and His response was "Often enough, I guess." :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What gifts do you remember receiving from each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;"Well I loved her and I knew I loved her and I got &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;. So I guess I got the whole package! I just got a feeling one day that she was the one. Shes added to me a gift of a quieter side of life."-Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;"Well I have always been a big Jell-o fan and never thought I could get my fill. For our first&amp;nbsp;anniversary&amp;nbsp;Grandma made a dinner of about every Jell-o salad ever heard of, I had my fill that night."-Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;" I liked it and all but I liked it because Grandpa was so excited to buy it for me. He bought me a Bosch Mixer and he was just so tickled to give it to me I thought it was really cute."-Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #2f393a; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is the best advice you ever&amp;nbsp;received?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"I was taught to respect older people and I had an&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;where that came to benefit. I was raised in the day when we were taught to say, yes sir , no sir. &amp;nbsp;When I was about 45 I said yes sir to a guy and he made a comment to me that I must have had great parents and it made me really feel good that because of me somebody thought my parents were great." Grandpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Live your life as the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor in the morning the devil says 'Oh crumb, she's awake!'"-Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so grateful for my wonderful grandparents who have given their lives to the Lord, and building His Zion! They planted the seeds of Testimony, so that my generation may glean the harvest! From them, learned that it is about the little things, like the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;love that is felt in my family. It is a bond that is eternal because my grandparents made it so! We are creative beings. We have the&amp;nbsp;privileged&amp;nbsp;of creating a life for our selves and our families filled with joy and peace... What happiness it is to see that fulfilled in my own family!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Thank you, Grandpa and Grandma! Your&amp;nbsp;legacy&amp;nbsp;lives in me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BkOWVHjR-tA/TmRNIroPr1I/AAAAAAAAA58/WYfrjHaHuJA/s1600/JELL-O.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BkOWVHjR-tA/TmRNIroPr1I/AAAAAAAAA58/WYfrjHaHuJA/s320/JELL-O.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Make sure your sweetheart always has their fill of Jell-O! : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-4813289536873841445?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/4813289536873841445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2011/09/true-love-stories-never-have-endings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/4813289536873841445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/4813289536873841445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2011/09/true-love-stories-never-have-endings.html' title='&quot;True love stories never have endings.&quot; -Richard Bach'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IJ6ItJzszV4/Tl8TcCpv7HI/AAAAAAAAA4g/vTkMk0Nd9EQ/s72-c/photo+%25283%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-3716381667641661679</id><published>2011-09-04T19:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:27:43.513-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool runnings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e.e. commings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie B. Beck'/><title type='text'>"It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are."  -e.e. cummings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tI_Ma4XHr0/Tl8MlMrDqnI/AAAAAAAAA4U/l_GAaI2J_IE/s1600/balloon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tI_Ma4XHr0/Tl8MlMrDqnI/AAAAAAAAA4U/l_GAaI2J_IE/s320/balloon.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I have been giving some thought lately as to what &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; my desires in life are...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When I was younger life seemed simpler some how &amp;amp; often the phrase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"when I grow up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;was used in a sort of&amp;nbsp;whimsical way,&amp;nbsp;suggesting that I may never actually do so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Seeing as how I haven't grown since I was 18 &amp;amp; am now&amp;nbsp;6 feet tall,&amp;nbsp;all in all,&amp;nbsp;one could say that I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; "up".&amp;nbsp;But being "up" doesn't come with the automatic knowledge of&amp;nbsp;who or what I should be,&amp;nbsp;the way I always supposed it ought.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You find me now, in a state of total wonder &amp;amp; perplexity.I know what it is that I want in the &lt;i&gt;big picture&lt;/i&gt;. That's easy.The thing that I am learning now is what it is that the Lord wants for me...&amp;nbsp;This isn't always an easy thing to&amp;nbsp;discern&amp;nbsp;either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Thinking back on the carefree days of childhood I find that there have always&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;been mile markers,&amp;nbsp;of sort, guiding me to the next stop. I think we all have them, Some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;generic&amp;nbsp;and some personal. Nevertheless, having had something exciting&amp;nbsp;awaiting me each year,&amp;nbsp;I have lived in anticipation of growing older,&amp;nbsp;gladly hopping from&amp;nbsp;one&amp;nbsp;little stepping&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;stone to the next.&amp;nbsp;All the while never thinking of the day when those stepping stones would&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;come fewer and farther between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don't know where to go from here but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;in its own way, not knowing has its charms...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The ability to qualify for, receive and act on personal revelation is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the&lt;u&gt; single most important&lt;/u&gt; skill that can be acquired in this life."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-Julie B. Beck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You know the saying that 'it's not the destination it's the journey'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Well maybe the wisdom in all this is that there is time for us to refine ourselves and gain divine attributes through communion with our Loving Father in Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This I know,the questions will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To career or not to career?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To travel or not to travel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To marry or not to marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I may not always have the answers in myself,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;but I do know to what source I may look to find them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And no matter what adventures my story will hold,&amp;nbsp;I have decided that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I must be happy being me.&amp;nbsp;Meaning that I must&amp;nbsp;be totally and&amp;nbsp;explicitly happy in my current life phase, learning whatever lessons I need to take me successfully to the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If one designs to be happy in the future, ought not that person be happy in the present?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I believe so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If you cannot accept yourself now, what on this green earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;makes you think that time or&amp;nbsp;circumstance&amp;nbsp;could possibly change that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My heart has been drawn out in prayer.&amp;nbsp;I have found that I am heard. I feel Gods love and I know that He is there!&amp;nbsp;He is my Father. That brings me peace.&amp;nbsp;As His daughter, Naturally,&amp;nbsp;He has a plan for me and&amp;nbsp;He will guide me through it&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Line upon Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Precept on Precept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Here a little and there a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Until ultimately a fullness is received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Until then,&amp;nbsp;"&lt;b&gt;Cool&amp;nbsp;running's"!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(Peace be the Journey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you for your support!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I have fun making them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I hope you have fun wearing them!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Shipping is an option,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; 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margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6JpWuO2tdIo/Td7NNI2gqVI/AAAAAAAAA3c/X1xLuWU4n70/s1600/little-sisters-sharing-secret-by-Viewimages-dot-com-72482743-415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6JpWuO2tdIo/Td7NNI2gqVI/AAAAAAAAA3c/X1xLuWU4n70/s400/little-sisters-sharing-secret-by-Viewimages-dot-com-72482743-415.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 19px;"&gt;So, I have been wondering what to blog about for a while now... It seems like I have rainy and dry seasons when it comes to words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This happens to be a 'dry spell'. However, there are a few things that have been frequent&amp;nbsp;visitors in the vast windings of my mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;The topic I would like to blog is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;my wonderful sister ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Brindy. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Do you ever wonder what the 'future you' will be like? I confess, I do. I look forward to the future with great happiness and at times with fear. I have so many dreams and hopes that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;it seems I may never actually become what I desire most. This is where my sister comes in...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;When we were younger, err... until she got married that is, we shared a room as well as a life, it seems! We were always together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And while we were sharing everything... We would talk. She would talk to me about anything and everything even and especially when she didn't know how she felt about the topic herself... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;from dating to morals and daily living to Gospel centering, we always knew the mind of the other and nearly always shared the same view.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I thought then as I do now, if anyone was ever deserving of the desires of their hearts, its would be Brindy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Ever see Anne of Green Gables?? I am&amp;nbsp;currently&amp;nbsp;reading this hilarious book and I do not exaggerate&amp;nbsp;when I say hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I suppose it is more so for me seeing as how Anne is as wonderfully dramatic and delightfully charming as is Brindy. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Each time I turn the page I find myself loving 'Ann with an E' even more and laughing heartily at something I can&amp;nbsp;full-well&amp;nbsp;see my lovely sister saying or doing...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;When she was merely 18, I remember her one night, in a state of woe over the fact that she feared she would never marry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;As girls in the 'Mormon Community'&amp;nbsp;must surly be out cast, or at least deemed an 'old maid', if found single over the age of 19.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I was only 14 at the time so naturally I was taken in by the whole of her dramatics!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Happily from 18 to 27 she has retained her sense of humor as well as her passion! She was not out cast or deemed an 'old maid' but went on to serve a full time Mission in Taiwan and is now married to a wonderful man! Together with their little boy they seem to live a rather idealistic life!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Brindy keeps house, make her own baby food, bakes the most heavenly bread &amp;amp; cookies, blogs tips about being a House Wife and creating a Happy Home, Sings like an Angel, reads continually, is constantly learning new things and takes care to keep her little family healthy, happy and well balanced! She has become the very definition of success! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;While I was on my mission I missed her so much! I missed talking to her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I missed listening to her! I missed her&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;whole&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;pregnancy&amp;nbsp;and I was sure that when I got home she would have little or no time for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I am happy to be wrong!&amp;nbsp;In all of this, she still makes time for little ol' me! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Its simply more fun now a days! When I walk into her home I see a little&amp;nbsp;munch-kin grinning up at 'Auntie Kell'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and I get to play with this little bundle of joy while I&amp;nbsp;reminisce&amp;nbsp;with my big Sis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In her I see the hand of God, I see that He has a Master Plan and that if we are&amp;nbsp;patient&amp;nbsp;we can see it unfold into a beautiful life! We may not see the end from the beginning but He knows what adventure lies around the corner and how it will shape our lives!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Brindy wasn't married by 19, she wasn't married by 23 but she is living the plan that was created *Special* just for her by her Creator and she is happy! What better example to follow?! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;In these, now&amp;nbsp;priceless, moments&amp;nbsp;I have learned what is most important in life. And when I see who she has become and how&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 19px;"&gt;she has&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 19px;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 19px;"&gt;tayed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 19px;"&gt;faithful to the promises she has made,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;through it all, my fears melt away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I want to be just like my big sister!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;( Really, that is why I am writing this blog :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I have watched her and listened to her and I feel the passion&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;she has for life!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;I admire her for her boldness and for her&amp;nbsp;strength of character and willingness to be exact in her&amp;nbsp;obedience&amp;nbsp;to the laws of God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;She has had her fair share of trial and heartbreak and she bears it well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Never have I known a more valiant and virtuous woman&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;and I am proud to be her sister!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-8420177583298959383?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/8420177583298959383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2011/05/more-than-santa-claus-your-sister-knows.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/8420177583298959383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/8420177583298959383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2011/05/more-than-santa-claus-your-sister-knows.html' title='More than Santa Claus, your sister knows when you&apos;ve been bad and good.  ~Linda Sunshine'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6JpWuO2tdIo/Td7NNI2gqVI/AAAAAAAAA3c/X1xLuWU4n70/s72-c/little-sisters-sharing-secret-by-Viewimages-dot-com-72482743-415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-7011784260064615189</id><published>2011-04-20T12:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T12:57:50.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"A few feathers short of a whole duck”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJFRJTxIa1Y/Ta8didgLcQI/AAAAAAAAA3M/fH4p-H2Vid8/s1600/Pekin_duck_600.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJFRJTxIa1Y/Ta8didgLcQI/AAAAAAAAA3M/fH4p-H2Vid8/s200/Pekin_duck_600.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Today I watched a movie from my childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;'Fly Away Home'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;And it got me thinking along the lines of pet birds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;film is about a girl who raises Wild Geese.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;As a child,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;I was enchanted by the whole of it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;I also remembered&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;that&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;family&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;has recently&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;been throwing&amp;nbsp;around the idea of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;getting some&amp;nbsp;chickens&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;farm our own eggs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But after watching that movie,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;chickens&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;simply&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;don't seem as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;idealistic&amp;nbsp;and not anywhere near as much of a loyal&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;friend as would be desired...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;and that is, after all,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;the most important&amp;nbsp;quality&amp;nbsp;one must consider&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;when&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;choosing a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;bird to farm eggs. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Feeling warm and fuzzy I went hastily to Google!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;However, I don't think&amp;nbsp;that pet Geese would go&amp;nbsp;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;all that well&amp;nbsp;with my Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So as my mind wandered it caught hold of&amp;nbsp;another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;childhood favorite!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 22pt;"&gt;The Million Dollar Duck!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 22pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;For those of you who have not seen it, you should!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;In this film&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;an unlikely family ends up with a rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;special pet Pekin Duck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;So naturally, I&amp;nbsp;employed&amp;nbsp;Google to teach me the&amp;nbsp;facts about&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;this cute bird&amp;nbsp;and my heart is now wound very tightly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;around the&amp;nbsp;idea of having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Pekin Ducks!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Not only are these little guys super cute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;but they are quite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;loyal,&amp;nbsp;friendly, easily trained,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;produce eggs that are good for use,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;help by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;eliminating yucky bugs from your garden&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;they are even less&amp;nbsp;maintenance&amp;nbsp;than chickens...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;I AM SOLD! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Now to convince Dad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; 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So run, that ye may obtain.   - 1 Corinthians 9:24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wn7ZoX3oQHg/TacmnrPpfKI/AAAAAAAAA3I/MOZLE2Rw4Ts/s1600/performa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wn7ZoX3oQHg/TacmnrPpfKI/AAAAAAAAA3I/MOZLE2Rw4Ts/s320/performa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Attention! Allow me to introduce y'all to my new obsession...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 22pt;"&gt;Vibram Five Fingers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Those of you who know me will agree when&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;I say that I am a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Barefoot child!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;I don't like socks. I don't like shoes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;I like my feet to be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;free &amp;amp; comfy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;No restrictions nor limitations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;So you might be wondering why this post is all about shoes that look like socks... :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Well, while I was in Lubbock I had 6 companions. One of these AMAZING young women was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;Sister Sam Peavler, Track Star Extraordinaire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Since she is a Cross Country Runner, she herself owns a pair of these&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;magical shoes&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;&amp;amp; was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 21px;"&gt;able to educate me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;When I learned the purpose of these shoes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;I was instantly smitten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Here is some info from the VFF web page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vibramfivefingers.com/"&gt;http://www.vibramfivefingers.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 20pt;"&gt;5 Reasons to Wear Vibram FiveFingers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.65pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 41.15pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.65pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 41.15pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;1. Strengthens Muscles in the Feet and Lower Legs—Wearing Vibram FiveFingers will stimulate and strengthen muscles in the feet and lower legs, improving general foot health and reducing the risk of injury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.65pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 41.15pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.65pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 41.15pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;2. Improves Range of Motion in Ankles, Feet and Toes—No longer 'cast' in a shoe, the foot and toes move more naturally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.65pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 41.15pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.65pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 41.15pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;3. Stimulates Neural Function Important to Balance and Agility—When wearing Vibram FiveFingers, thousands of neurological receptors in the feet send valuable information to the brain, improving balance and agility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.65pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 41.15pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.65pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 41.15pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;4. Eliminate Heel Lift to Align the Spine and Improve Posture—By lowering the heel, your bodyweight becomes evenly distributed across the footbed, promoting proper posture and spinal alignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.65pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 41.15pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.65pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 41.15pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;5. Allow the Foot and Body to Move Naturally—Which just FEELS GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.65pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 41.15pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.65pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 41.15pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Were you made to run barefoot?? I was!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.65pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 41.15pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;In fact, before my mission I got to the point where I&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;would&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;run barefoot because it felt much better on my feet &amp;amp; ankles to do so. I can’t even tell you how excited I am for these little beauties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.65pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 41.15pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.65pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 41.15pt; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-4024316072142840775?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/4024316072142840775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2011/04/know-ye-not-that-they-which-run-in-race.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/4024316072142840775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/4024316072142840775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2011/04/know-ye-not-that-they-which-run-in-race.html' title='Know ye not that they which run in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? So run, that ye may obtain.   - 1 Corinthians 9:24'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wn7ZoX3oQHg/TacmnrPpfKI/AAAAAAAAA3I/MOZLE2Rw4Ts/s72-c/performa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-7090050699620338684</id><published>2011-03-16T19:25:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T13:51:17.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I can read in red. I can read in blue. I can read in pickle color too."   Dr. Seuss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;While I was a missionary I seemed to grow more&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ambitious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a bit fevered for learning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I had an odd urge to read about&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;anything and everything&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;from&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;dinosaurs to weather to sewing be it history or fiction!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was bewitched by the thought of going into a dusty old library,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;finding a well light corner and sitting among&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a heap of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;thoroughly&amp;nbsp;loved books.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Learning became a great adventure and morning study became an essential.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I feel, whole heartily, that what you focus on&amp;nbsp;consistently&amp;nbsp;is a great indicator of what you will become. And if thats so, then I am eager to fill myself with positive and worthy thoughts. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I came home and as soon as able,&amp;nbsp;acquired&amp;nbsp;a personal Library Card.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This card is my key to every book in Salt Lake County!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Its been&amp;nbsp;great fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have explored many of the Libraries and have lived in constant&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;amazement&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;at the number of wonderful books to enjoy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;... I may have just convinced you that I am a bit of a nerd...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and you would be right in thinking it! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But if you would be so kind as to hear my reasoning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;it may bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;clarity to my enthusiasm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I really love the "Be attitudes" that Christ used in opening the Sermon on the Mount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And If we want to learn and become, who better to learn from than our Creator?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In Matthew 5:5 He tells us that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Blessed are the meek: for they shall&amp;nbsp;inherit&amp;nbsp;the Earth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In my studies I have come to understand that the word 'meek' means&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;submissive, humble, patient, full of love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;teachable&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When we are meek we are submissive- "even as a child doth submit to his father"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(Mosiah 3:19)- we are also humble and are willing to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Knowledge is Power and as&amp;nbsp;Dr. Seuss put it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;“The more that you read, the more things you will know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The more that you learn, the more places you'll go.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Because knowledge is power, it is a gift from the very Author of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And that means that whomever is endowed with it has responsibility to use it to bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;others to Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;While I was a missionary I was learning a new depth of meekness and it filled me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;with great desire and joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The more I learned the more I was able to love the children of my Heavenly Father and help them on their way Home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was happier than I have ever been! learning to be submissive and humble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;also allowed a greater abundance of the Spirit into my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So not only was I able to aid in the building of the Kingdom of God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was also able to learn its mysteries.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know that the purpose of this life is to become&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ltimately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4d4e51; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;receive a fullness of joy, or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;all that The Father has&lt;/i&gt;!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The world is ours, for inheritance and all we have to do is follow the example of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Son who so readily submitted to the will of His Father.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What mysteries will &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; unlock today??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2VP8ERBP9Fw/TYFsOrspkOI/AAAAAAAAA28/ZqzORuqeBtI/s1600/Girl+Reading.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2VP8ERBP9Fw/TYFsOrspkOI/AAAAAAAAA28/ZqzORuqeBtI/s320/Girl+Reading.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-7090050699620338684?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/7090050699620338684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-that-you-read-more-things-you-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/7090050699620338684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/7090050699620338684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-that-you-read-more-things-you-will.html' title='&quot;I can read in red. 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I can read in pickle color too.&quot;   Dr. Seuss'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2VP8ERBP9Fw/TYFsOrspkOI/AAAAAAAAA28/ZqzORuqeBtI/s72-c/Girl+Reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-7435686629640753987</id><published>2011-02-08T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T15:47:59.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gods High Wisdom Knows A Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;The week before I returned home from serving in Lubbock Texas I was given the opportunity to speak in Sacrament Meeting, in the Canyon West Ward, where I spent a year of my Mission. We didn't know it at the time, but it turned out to be a sort of&amp;nbsp;farewell to Lubbock.&amp;nbsp;This is the address I gave. I would like to dedicate this Blog post to all of my dear Lubbock-ites! I love and miss y'all! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Regardless of our circumstances, each of us has much for which to be grateful if we will but pause and contemplate our blessings." President Monson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Toady I feel that this talk is very much for my personal growth. I will be sharing about Gratitude, Service and Missionary Work. All of these things go together rather nicely to summarize the last few months of my life, the trials I have faced and the lessons I am learning. I am grateful for this opportunity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;One of my favorite stories in the Scriptures is that of the 10 Lepers in Luke 17:12-19&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 20.55pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And as he entered into a certain village, there met him ten men that were lepers, which stood afar off:&amp;nbsp;And they lifted up&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;voices, and said, Jesus, Master, have mercy on us.&amp;nbsp;And when he saw&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;them,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;he said unto them, Go shew yourselves unto the priests. And it came to pass, that, as they went, they were cleansed.&amp;nbsp;And one of them, when he saw that he was healed, turned back, and with a loud voice glorified God,&amp;nbsp;And fell down on&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;face at his feet, giving him thanks: and he was a Samaritan.&amp;nbsp;And Jesus answering said, Were there not ten cleansed? but where&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the nine?&amp;nbsp;There are not found that returned to give glory to God, save this stranger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 20.55pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3871127645021945411&amp;amp;postID=7435686629640753987" name="19"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-color: windowtext; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1pt; border-right-color: windowtext; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1pt; border-top-color: windowtext; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1pt; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he said unto him, Arise, go thy way: thy faith hath made thee whole.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Leprosy is a heartache far beyond my coping skills! To be cast away from family, friends and culture- including religion- to have body and sense of identity slowly taken away would mean a world of sorrow and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;despair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Imagining the elation of these 10 men, now cleansed and returning to the life they once lived and now only dream of, brings my heart pure joy! However, being cleansed from Earthly ailment simply is not enough. Though I am sure their hearts were filled with Gratitude, only one paused to express it and because of his willingness to exercise faith is Jesus as his Savior and to give the Thanks he felt he was not only cleansed but made whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;President Monson also said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"We have all experienced times when our focus is on what we lack&amp;nbsp;rather than on our blessings.... gratitude is a divine principal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For me it was the gratitude for a Loving Heavenly Fathers plan and the realization of my ungracious acts and unwillingness to serve that caused a mighty change of heart to take place, to cause me to act and to share the beautiful blessings of the gospel of Jesus Christ that I have enjoyed all my life! Gratitude has changed me and continues to mold me into the instrument that God designed me to be in order to bless His children around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In the April 1988 General Conference, President Ezra Taft Benson stated:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"During this testing time the righteous must continue to love God, trust in His promises, be patient and be assured, as the poet said, that--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who does Gods work will get Gods pay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;However long may seem the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;However weary be the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No mortal hand, Gods hand can stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He may not pay as others pay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In gold, or lands, or raiment's gay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In goods that perish and decay;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But Gods High Wisdom knows a way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And this is sure, let come what may---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Who does Gods work will get Gods pay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(Anonymous)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Work which merits "Gods pay" is Service. For as King Benjamin said; "...When ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God." Mosiah 2:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This topic, I feel, is well covered in our culture as Later Day Saints. I have spent 11 months in this ward ( Canyon West- Lubbock)&amp;nbsp;and have visited most of your homes... I am happy to report that your homes and families are focused on the service of others!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Woman of this ward think nothing of themselves as they sacrifice every ounce of time and energy serving the families around them, taking care of neighborhood, civic and&amp;nbsp;Church affairs and implementing all the beautiful and inspiring programs into their own homes... and all the while asking nothing in return!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Men give endless hours to providing for family needs, filling Priesthood responsibilities and almost living in this building at times caring for the spiritual needs of all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The youth sacrifice time with their parents, siblings and time for the constant demands of homework to serve each other and to learn the great lessons of the Gospel through the Young Men&amp;nbsp; and Young Woman programs. They seek to increase faith and personal righteousness, strengthen home and family and are ever reaching out to those in need. At school they answer sometimes attacking questions from their peers in attempts to bring others unto Christ and help them see the reasons behind our peculiar nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;All of these things I commend! However, there is another aspect&amp;nbsp;of service that I would like to focus on today... one that I am recently&amp;nbsp;learning the full meaning of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I will start with a question for you to ponder:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When was the last time you let someone honestly, truly serve you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In Mormon culture it is a well lived practice to give to and serve others endlessly,&amp;nbsp;willingly and happily while when asked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Is there anything I can do for you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It is natural to respond:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Oh! No, thank you! Life is wonderful and I have no needs of my own!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I for one have lived my life in this exact way and until near late September of this year...&amp;nbsp;I was not fully aware of it! I have struggled with my health for a while now and I would like to share with you what I have learned about service... as the recipient...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As a missionary, we serve others from 10am to 9pm 7 days a week for 18 months to 2 years. When we are not serving others we are studying to know how to serve others, we plan to serve others, we serve each other and sometimes we even dream about serving others! In essence it is our life! So imagine my frustration when illness set in restricting my time and ability to serve and requiring others to focus their service on me... This has been one of the most trying times in my life and I must admit the reason being Pride. It is one matter to wear out your life in the service of others. this brings joy and satisfaction to life! But to allow another to learn and to grow by showing you love and kindness is quite another! It takes patience, long suffering, and it takes trust. Trust in the Lord Jesus Christ, that He knows you and that His plan will allow for greater joy at the end of all Earthly trials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't want to accept that I needed help. I wanted to go on with my normal routine... However, God had a different plan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Instead, I got to know my new companion, that was then doomed to suffer my fate with me for the next 6 weeks, on a deeper and more personal level. We became true friends and built a friendship that I believe will last forever! We spent time at doctors offices and in interviews with President and Sister Robison, consulting together about my medical needs... all of which opened a well of unwanted emotion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have never been one to seek attention, nor do I welcome it when it is given! However, I put up with it as I was certain that God would not allow His work to go unattended so long and would quickly heal me and get me back to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Blessing after blessing, week after week His promise came of healing......... in His own time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I searched, I prayed and I cried as I failed to find the reasons behind my illness and the lessons I was to learn from it. In fact, I still wonder and I may never know all of the reasons. But what I do know is this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Had I not been compelled to learn this side of service; I may not have ever felt the love that has deepened within me for my Savior and His service! For ALL things testify of Christ and the service of others reflects the love that He had for each of us as He took upon Himself the full weight of our sins, our sickness, our heartache and every temptation and trial we would ever know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I testify that Jesus Christ knows us each individually and He desires our happiness! We find this happiness as we serve others because it allows us to feel the very purpose of Heaven and to attain Charity. But none of us ever can or ever will earn enough of "Gods pay" on our own to buy our way into those Heavenly Realm's. No, we must have our debts paid be the only one who could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mosiah 3:7-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 20.55pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And lo, he shall suffer temptations, and pain of body, hunger, thirst, and fatigue, even more than man can suffer, except it be unto death; for behold, blood&amp;nbsp;cometh from every pore, so great shall be his anguish&amp;nbsp;for the wickedness and the abominations of his people.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 20.55pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And he shall be called Jesus Christ, the Son&amp;nbsp;of God, the Father&amp;nbsp;of heaven and earth, the Creator&amp;nbsp;of all things from the beginning; and his mother&amp;nbsp;shall be called Mary.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 20.55pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3871127645021945411&amp;amp;postID=7435686629640753987" name="9"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-color: windowtext; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1pt; border-right-color: windowtext; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1pt; border-top-color: windowtext; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1pt; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And lo, he cometh unto his own, that salvation&amp;nbsp;might come unto the children of men even through faith&amp;nbsp;on his name; and even after all this they shall consider him a man, and say that he hath a&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-left-color: windowtext; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 1pt; border-right-color: windowtext; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 1pt; border-top-color: windowtext; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 1pt; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;devil, and shall scourge&amp;nbsp;him, and shall crucify&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I know that God lives! I know that He loves us and because He loves us, He sent His Son to live for us and to bring us back to Him through His Atonement. I know that it is in and through Him that we can be cleansed and made whole to live with Him and to be with our families throughout all eternity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Of this I testify in the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sister Nikelle Westover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/TVG9oDiuHSI/AAAAAAAAA2A/94bZ4ieML1o/s1600/t__0065_Lubbock_Texas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/TVG9oDiuHSI/AAAAAAAAA2A/94bZ4ieML1o/s400/t__0065_Lubbock_Texas.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-7435686629640753987?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/7435686629640753987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2011/02/gods-high-wisdom-knows-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/7435686629640753987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/7435686629640753987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2011/02/gods-high-wisdom-knows-way.html' title='Gods High Wisdom Knows A Way'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/TVG9oDiuHSI/AAAAAAAAA2A/94bZ4ieML1o/s72-c/t__0065_Lubbock_Texas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-5820034346573271206</id><published>2010-12-16T20:45:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:18:27.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Time is said to heal all wounds"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"It's not about your scars, its all about your heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday my little brother, Byson, left for the MTC. Having just returned home, I took over his phone for just a bit. He had some music left on it and as I was looking, I found this song by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mindy Gledhill. "All about your heart" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I felt like I was guided to it because I had been hurting and thinking a lot about my scars. This song is beautiful to me. I have many scars that seem to be constantly reopening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I came home to a lot of change in my family and learning how to be a part of something so foreign is somewhat difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I keep saying that I need time... hoping that with time, I will find true and complete healing. However, I know that no amount of time will ever be enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; if I will not open my heart and let my Savior in. He is the only one who can totally purge my soul of all of the pain that dwells there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I now know why Alma teaches us, in the Book of Mormon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not to procrastinate the day of our repentance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Time is ours to prepare to meet our God and meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Him with our hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;unhealed and our eyes flowing with painful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tears of the past will only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;prevent us from feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the true joy we are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;meant to feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when being with our loving Heavenly Father again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jesus Christ came to this beautiful earth that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He created to live for us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to suffer for us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to die for us and to rise again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to plead for us above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I have been stubborn. I have been holding on to my pain and I have not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;accepted His sweet Atonement in its fullness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It has been hard for me to let go of the past. To let my scars fade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But its time for true healing! The thing is, healing is not possible in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; world of plastic expression and bottled emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No! Healing comes in the beating of your heart. It comes in earnest and unguarded love and sincerity of repentance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Repentance allows us to feel the love of God, unrestrained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It helps us to know the love He has for all of His children and it allows us to extend the same forgiveness we receive to those who have wronged us. This forgiveness not only helps healing to take place, but it frees us from the past and allows us to work on turning our dreams for the future into the very realities of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So in the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"It's not about your scars, it's all about your heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551513513267846018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/TQrwIIwcW4I/AAAAAAAAA1c/ubXrZ4CrICM/s320/lladro%2BChristus.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-5820034346573271206?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/5820034346573271206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-is-said-to-heal-all-wounds.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/5820034346573271206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/5820034346573271206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-is-said-to-heal-all-wounds.html' title='&quot;Time is said to heal all wounds&quot;'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/TQrwIIwcW4I/AAAAAAAAA1c/ubXrZ4CrICM/s72-c/lladro%2BChristus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-6576732521257069503</id><published>2009-09-27T19:32:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T16:36:55.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In His Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"The Standard of Truth has been erected; no unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing; persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame, but the truth of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and independent, till it has penetrated every continent, visited every clime, swept every country, and sounded in every ear, till the purposes of God shall be accomplished and the Great Jehovah shall say the work is done" (Joseph Smith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;History of the Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, 4:540).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;!--?xml:namespace prefix = o /--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That statement is one of great power and comfort. It instills joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and enthusiasm for the work of God. Knowing that in the end the righteous shall prevail! But how will the work be done? Today I want to focus on becoming an instrument in the Hands of the Lord, in building the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /--&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; on Earth. And I pray that the same fire that calls me to serve will move your hearts to action as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; 17:9-11 we are given the steps to become doers of the Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"And it came to pass that they journeyed many days in the wilderness, and they fasted much and prayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;much that the Lord would grant unto them a portion of his Spirit to go with them, and abide with them, that they might be an instrument in the hands of God to bring, if it were possible, their brethren, the Lamanites, to the knowledge of the truth, to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 238px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386327849725773394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SsAUpC6yxlI/AAAAAAAAAyM/xU6SXNAbnPU/s320/IFEE0001.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;knowledge of the baseness of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;traditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;of their fathers, which were not correct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And it came to pass that the Lord did visit them with his Spirit, and said unto them: Be comforted. And they were comforted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And the Lord said unto them also: Go forth among the Lamanites, thy brethren, and establish my word; yet ye shall be patient in long-suffering and afflictions, that ye may show forth good examples unto them in me, and I will make an instrument of thee in my hands unto the salvation of many souls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The first principal of the Gospel is Faith in the Lord Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Christ. To become an instrument in His hands we must first have faith in who He is and in His infinite Atonement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Preach My Gospel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it says this of having "Faith in Jesus Christ":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"When you have faith in Jesus Christ, you believe in Him as the Son of God, the Only Begotten of the Father in the Flesh. You accept Him as your Savior and Redeemer and follow His teachings. You believe that your sins can be forgiven through His Atonement. Faith in Him means that you trust Him and are confident that He loves you. Faith leads to action, including repentance, obedience, and dedicated service. When you have faith in Jesus Christ, you trust the Lord enough to follow His commandments-- even when you do not completely understand the reasons for them. You accomplish what the Lord wants you to accomplish. You help bring about good in your own life and the lives of others. You are able to do miracles according to the Lord's will. Your faith will be manifest through diligence and work. Faith is a principal of power. God works by power, but His power is usually exercised in response to faith. He works according to the faith of His children. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I share this with you because I have seen evidence of this in me. I have always known that this is the true and everlasting Gospel of Jesus Christ it is wonderful to me and my heart ponders it continually. However, believing, even knowing is different from being truly converted. It wasn't until I exercised my faith as a principal of power that I was able to trust in Him enough to let Him guide my life and ask that His will be done, even when it meant uncertainty. But when I did, my heart became as a well of living water. There was nothing I wanted more than to share what I knew to be true. My heart was opened and overflowing with His love which love and faith in my Savior moved me to action and I will serve Him with all my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Once we have faith in Jesus Christ, we must pray for the companionship of the Holly Ghost. He holds the power to sanctify our souls and to prepare us for the work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"The gift of the Holy Ghost comes after one repents and becomes worthy.... The Holy Ghost bears witness of the truth and impresses upon the soul the reality of God the Father and the Son Jesus Christ so deeply that no earthly power or authority can separate him from that knowledge."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- James E. Faust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;the Holy Ghost is also called the Comforter. Because He only impresses truth upon our hearts, it is easy for Him to convey the love our Father in Heaven has for us and the truth of our divine nature. It's difficult at times, to remember who we are. But this we must never forget! For we are the Children of God and our purpose is to become, in every way, like Him. The Comforter is to remind us of these things and to give us the necessary strength and courage to prepare the world for the coming of her King and to prepare ourselves to be worthy in His holy presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Holy Ghost also has the power to bring to our remembrance all truths that we have learned. And by so doing it can help us bring others unto Christ. We must live in a way that the Spirit may speak freely to our minds and to our hearts that we can continually edify and teach one another. To do this is to speak with the tongue of Angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Elder Jeffrey R. Holland taught of the tongue of Angels saying;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“After ye have … received the baptism of fire and of the Holy Ghost, ye can speak with a new tongue, yea, even with the tongue of angels. … And … how could ye speak with the tongue of angels save it were by the Holy Ghost? Angels speak by the power of the Holy Ghost; wherefore, they speak the words of Christ.” Indeed, Christ was and is “the Word,” according to John the Beloved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;full of grace and truth, full of mercy and compassion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When we are living in harmony with the will of God and are able to speak with the tongue of Angels we can't help but to do His work. Because to speak with the power of the Holy Ghost is to touch hearts and enlighten minds in a way that the philosophies of men never could. When we do this, we will see lives change, hearts heal and testimonies born, including our own. But as the sons of Mosiah, so must we also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;be patient in long-suffering and afflictions, that we may show forth good examples in Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Therefore, he giveth this promise unto you, with an immutable covenant that they shall be fulfilled; and all things wherewith you have been afflicted shall work together for your good and to my names glory, saith the Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-Doctrine &amp;amp; Covenants 98:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I believe that the Holy Ghost knows who I am. He knows me better than I know myself and He is the same for you. I know that I have been given opportunities, blessings, challenges and heartaches not only for my own personal growth but also for the benefit of others. And I pray that as I share my testimony the heart of the hearer will know that they have a Savior who loves them, who Atoned for them and who has sent me, one of His daughters, to find them and bring them Home to His fold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When we have Faith in Jesus Christ and live worthily of Holy Ghost we will find joy in the work and will desire to do the will of God. This is how the work is to be done. Heart by heart we link back to our Heavenly Home and as we seek first His Kingdom and feed His sheep we will find Zion in our midst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;His work and glory is "to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man" (Moses 1:39) The Word shall be fulfilled and His work will be accomplished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know that this is the Church of Jesus Christ. That He is at the Head of it. I know that He lives and that He is the way the truth and the life. He is the Creator of Heaven and Earth where He came to die that man might live. I am grateful for His love and His sacrifice for the sake of my soul and for yours. There is not a deeper love than that of our Redeemer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it encompasses all and spans eternity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;know that He appeared with our Father in Heaven to Joseph Smith, that they called him by name and restored the gospel in its fullness. That we may receive "all that the Father hath." I know that the Book of Mormon is the Word of God, another testament of Jesus Christ, spoken from out of the dust, translated by a Prophet. I know that Thomas S. Monson is the true and living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Prophet, Seer, and Revelator today. I love him and I sustain him. I am grateful that I have the opportunity to spend the next 18 months as a representative of Him whose name we bear. To walk hand in hand with Him and to bring His children Home. Jesus our only Joy be Thou! I pray that I can be an instrument in His hands and do so in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-6576732521257069503?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/6576732521257069503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-his-hands.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/6576732521257069503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/6576732521257069503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-his-hands.html' title='In His Hands'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SsAUpC6yxlI/AAAAAAAAAyM/xU6SXNAbnPU/s72-c/IFEE0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-7879006070935309020</id><published>2009-09-22T17:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:36:22.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friends,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The countdown has begun! I have very little time until I report to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;MTC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You are all so important to me, so I would like to exchange addresses with you! I will receive my PO Box number when I get there and I will have someone in my dear sweet family update this blog with information throughout my Mission. But if you would like letters from me, on occasion, please post your address below! I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;look forward to going back in time with y'all and getting to know you through letters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="white-space: normal; border-collapse: collapse; font-family:georgia;"&gt;To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart. ~Phyllis &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Theroux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sister Westover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SpWZgna9eVI/AAAAAAAAAoM/WNLodLLMshc/s320/Vintage-French-papers-Corey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374370515953482066" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mailing Address at the MTC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sister Nikelle Westover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Texas Lubbock Mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Provo Missionary Training Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2005 N 900 E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Provo, UT 84604&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mission Office:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sister Nikelle Westover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Texas Lubbock Mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sentry III Plaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5214 68th St Ste 202&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lubbock, TX 79424-1523&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-7879006070935309020?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/7879006070935309020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/7879006070935309020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/7879006070935309020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-friends.html' title='Dear Friends,'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SpWZgna9eVI/AAAAAAAAAoM/WNLodLLMshc/s72-c/Vintage-French-papers-Corey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-3426206265493770381</id><published>2009-09-22T17:23:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T16:38:34.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CALLED TO SERVE! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; " class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;On July 29, 2009 I received my Mission call! I am hereby called to serve as a Missionary of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in the Lubbock, Texas Mission! I confess it was the last place that I thought I would go but the Spirit burns deep inside of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;whispering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; truth into my soul. I know that the people I will be teaching in Texas are those whom I knew and loved in the Home of our Father in Heaven. I will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;testifying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; of Christ and of His gospel in English. I am glad of that. I have spent my entire life gaining and building a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;testimony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; in English and now I will be able to go forth and share it in its fullness. I pray that the Spirit will be my constant companion for now and forever more but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;while in the f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I leave on September 30, 2009. I am so anxious to go! I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;looking forward to this experience. But I am not serving a Mission because I think that the people are evil or wicked or because I hate all other religions and I am not going because I want to sell ours. I am going because I know that this is the true and everlasting gospel of Jesus Christ and I want all others to have the opportunity to know Him and to partake of His fullness! I have always found this gospel to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 245px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384437136792009298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SrldDEXoulI/AAAAAAAAArk/quPmlMLlV9I/s320/untitled20+(1).JPG" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;beautiful and peaceful! But until I went to the Temple I had no inkling of how glorious and beautiful it truly is. It is so complete. God loves us so much and He offers us the same eternal glory that He enjoys. This is why we came to earth. Each and every one of us desired more than anything to become like unto our Father. We knew of the hardships that would find us here. We knew that we would be separated, to come down into distinct family organizations. And even live in different dispensations of this worlds history. But it was worth it to us. We knew of the future glories and we did what we had to do. But most of our Fathers valiant children were not even born into the Covenant. This is why we become Missionaries! Because we know who we are are, why we came and what awaits us! Exaltation would be a blessing beyond dreams but to reach that point and find that there was someone waiting for me to show them the way, whom I failed, would be a Hell that I could not endure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1 John 4:8-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He that loveth not knoweth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; not God; for God is love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; through him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; us, and sent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; his Son &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; the p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ropitiation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; for our sins. Beloved, if God so loved us, we ought also to love one another." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am happy that the next 18 months of my life will be spent hand in hand with Christ. I hope that when I teach the people in Texas that they will feel my love for our Saviour. For I do love Him. I know that He lives! I know this with every piece of my soul! This is a gospel of love and through love it is received. I am so grateful for my family and friends! You are all a huge part of my heart and I owe much of who I am to you! Thank you! I will serve with all my heart, might, mind and strength! I will find those who are ready and I will love them! I am grateful for the blessings that I have received in my life. Especially that of being born into a Home where the gospel truths were lived and the Priesthood was honored! I know that this is the restored gospel of Jesus Christ I know that the Atonement is real. I know that we have living Prophets today and that God never ceases to give direction to us. I know that God loves His children and that through faith in His Son all things are made possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-3426206265493770381?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/3426206265493770381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-july-29-2009-i-received-my-mission.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/3426206265493770381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/3426206265493770381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/09/on-july-29-2009-i-received-my-mission.html' title='CALLED TO SERVE! &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SrldDEXoulI/AAAAAAAAArk/quPmlMLlV9I/s72-c/untitled20+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-373983335095469966</id><published>2009-08-25T12:17:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:13:40.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A: Age- 21, Mission age!&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;B: Birth year- 1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;C: Chore you hate- You know, if I'm in the right mood... anything can be fun! But I have to say that I don't really like to sweep up hair.... it gets EVERYWHERE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;D: Dog: Cougar, Lorenzo &amp;amp; Max. We had to give Cougar and Lorenzo away but we now have Max and he is the sweetest dog ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;E: Essential Start to your day - Prayers and brushing my teeth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SpQs1txQ9eI/AAAAAAAAAn8/KKLv2-WMk7o/s320/Vintage-letters-floor-GTL1205-de.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373969556690761186" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;F: Favorite color- Green! Its the color of life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;G: Gold or Silver-I don't wear a lot of jewelry but I like them both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;H: Height- 6' 0" On Sundays 6'2"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I: Instruments you play - I play the Guitar a little... sadly I'm not very musically talented... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;J: Joyful occasions- When I opened my mission call! Anytime that I am with family, and anytime I get to go to the Temple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;K: Kids - Someday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;L: Living Arrangements - I live at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;M: Mothers Name- Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;N: Nicknames - Nikki, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kell&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kell&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kell&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kell&lt;/span&gt;-bell, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sweetsie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PoogieDoo&lt;/span&gt;... all from my family. To the world I am simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nikelle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;O: Overnight Hospital Stay Other Than Birth - No, thank goodness!!&lt;br /&gt;P: Place you want to go- Ireland!! I would LOVE to go to Ireland!! And of course, TEXAS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Q: Movie quote- "I'm a good girl, I am!" -Eliza Doolittle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;R: Right or Left Handed - South paw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;S: Siblings -Four brothers and two sisters! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;T: Time You Wake Up - 6:30am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;U: Underwear - Yes, and I highly recommend it to others....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; V: Vegetable you dislike - Eggplant... yuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; W: Workout Style - Yoga and running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; X: X-Rays You've Had - Many, mostly my lounges.  Never broken anything though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Y: Yesterday's Best Moment - When I was reading Preach My Gospel! I love to read and study that book with my Scriptures!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Z: Zoo Favorite- I like the Butterfly exhibit and the Giraffes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:-webkit-monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tag you're it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Aunt Shelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Brindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lisa Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyone else who wants to join in! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-373983335095469966?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/373983335095469966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/373983335095469966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/373983335095469966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged-3.html' title='Tagged! &lt;3'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SpQs1txQ9eI/AAAAAAAAAn8/KKLv2-WMk7o/s72-c/Vintage-letters-floor-GTL1205-de.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-8258417646477127640</id><published>2009-07-30T12:03:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T16:39:02.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Script ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 19px; COLOR: rgb(105,81,65)font-size:12;" class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;My dear friend posted this as a comment under my blog about Ashton. It moved me to the point of tears. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem Aillie, I love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Autobiography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, one of God's noble spirits came to Earth one day.&lt;br /&gt;Lingered just a moment, then hurried on my way.&lt;br /&gt;But, I left a body in face and form complete&lt;br /&gt;which must be buried tenderly, in Earth for quite sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because two hearts were breaking they could not hear me say,&lt;br /&gt;I'll claim it my darling parents on Resurrection Day.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Father and Mother for giving it to me.&lt;br /&gt;With it I'll know progression through all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With it I'll be your son and make you proud and glad&lt;br /&gt;Know that I work and study and never again be sad.&lt;br /&gt;In God's great world of spirits there are many to be with me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll learn to love and cherish all those of our family tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others are waiting my parents who will love and stay with you&lt;br /&gt;I had to hurry onward I had other work to do&lt;br /&gt;But remember I'll be waiting, true to your earthly test&lt;br /&gt;And when we meet we'll smile and say,&lt;br /&gt;"What Fath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;er does is best."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-8258417646477127640?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/8258417646477127640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-dear-friend-posted-this-as-comment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/8258417646477127640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/8258417646477127640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-dear-friend-posted-this-as-comment.html' title='Post Script &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-1518144733103000459</id><published>2009-07-28T13:41:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:40:26.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Angels descending, bring from above, Echoes of mercy, whispers of love." -Fanny J. Crosby</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the Birthday of my littlest brother, Ashton! He would be 15 years old. How strange it is that he has been gone from us for so long. I am glad that time has been kind to my memory and that it moves so swiftly. How I ache to see him again! How I long to know him. I don't know him as I know my other siblings and yet my love for him is eternal! He came into our home as an Angel and left the same way. I think out of all of us, a side form our mother, Bryson enjoyed the most time with Ashton. He never let him out of his sight. When mom would put him in his bouncer, Bryson was always there to keep him company. He would ask her to put Ashton in his car seat and then proceed to scoot it around on the floor like a car. They had a&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/Sm_dyAvWXdI/AAAAAAAAAks/D6wc7XbM6kI/s320/Ashton.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363749532483345874" /&gt; bond that was unbreakable! He was the proudest big brother that ever was! And at the age of 3 he was the most understanding when it came time for Ashton to leave. That morning my mom was trying to explain to Bryson where Ashton had gone. He looked at her with a puzzled face and simply said "Well duh! He went home to Heavenly Father." Where else would Ashton be? It upset him to think that we didn't understand it the way he did. I think that this is why Christ urges us to become as a little child. Why would a child ever have need to question something so pure and simple as our Heavenly Home and those that await us there? They understand because they trust.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't spend as much time with Ashton as Bryson did but that little baby changed my life forever. I have a great love for him. Aside from our Savior his is the gift that I will treasure most. He came to receive a body, a Tabernacle of flesh so that he can become like unto our Father in Heaven. He came for only 5 months, such a short time and yet he altered the very fabric of our family forever. He taught me to hope and have faith in our Saviors love and Atonement. He gave me the foundation of my own personal testimony. Because of my baby brother I have a knowledge that God lives and that He has a plan for us. Its not chance. Its not a mistake. We are not alone! Our Savior lives! He lived for us, He died for us and He took up His life again that through Him all mankind might have Eternal life and Exaltation. Ashton is already worthy of this great blessing. He dwells with our Savior and aids in His works. His spirit lives on and I know that if I live worthily I will see him again! I know that Family is an eternal concept and that mine will continue on forever! I am grateful for this knowledge! I am grateful for the love of God! Indeed the more I know Him the more I feel that God &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; love! Happy Birthday Baby Brother! &amp;hearts; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-1518144733103000459?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/1518144733103000459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/07/angels-descending-bring-from-above.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/1518144733103000459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/1518144733103000459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/07/angels-descending-bring-from-above.html' title='&quot;Angels descending, bring from above, Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.&quot; -Fanny J. Crosby'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/Sm_dyAvWXdI/AAAAAAAAAks/D6wc7XbM6kI/s72-c/Ashton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-8919716845200687729</id><published>2009-06-25T11:06:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:45:55.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to see the Temple!</title><content type='html'>" One thing have I desired of the Lord, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord, and to enquire in his temple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Psalm 27:4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357352628737988754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/Slkj1NRu2JI/AAAAAAAAAj8/qWgoBTEhQZs/s320/2722040-2-mount-timpanogos-temple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I received my Endowment in the Mt. Timpanogos Temple. It was beautiful in every way! I'm grateful that we are children of a Father who has &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; love! He has given us everything that we could ever need and more to return to Him. I'm grateful that He commands us to build these Houses unto Him that we may prepare our selves and enter therein to be part of these glorious Covenants and receive the blessings of Heaven! His love surpasses all love. I hope never to forget last night. I love my Heavenly Family and I know that they were there with me. I am so grateful that my family could be there to share that with me as well. My Mother was my Escort and my Dad, Brother and Sisters were all there to support me. It was wonderful to join them there! It felt like we had been there before. Just like going Home. This is a hard blog to write because of the nature of the topic but I can tell you that Eternity never seemed more clear to me than it was last night. I didn't want to leave! We went to the 8:00pm Session. I had to be there by 6:30 and by the time we left it was well past 10:00pm. My mom leaned over to me and said "... you know sweetie they open really early in the mornings... you can always come back!" Ha ha, I knew that and I plan on going back &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;often&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but I simply could not make my self leave that spot. The Temple is the only place where Heaven and Earth colide and exist together. Its as if the weight of the world has been lifted off of me and I can breath. There is no more pain in my heart, only gladness and rejoicing! I am clean and I have been given promises of the most sacred and beautiful nature. Such joy I could not have imagined! I love the Lord! I love Him and I will serve Him all the days of my life! My heart is flowing with gratitude! The Priesthood is real. It is the literal power of God and I am ever grateful to those who hold and honor it! Thank you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-8919716845200687729?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/8919716845200687729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-to-see-temple.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/8919716845200687729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/8919716845200687729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-love-to-see-temple.html' title='I love to see the Temple!'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/Slkj1NRu2JI/AAAAAAAAAj8/qWgoBTEhQZs/s72-c/2722040-2-mount-timpanogos-temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-1397595010696816473</id><published>2009-06-02T16:12:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T14:42:26.577-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Church of Jesus Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missionary Work'/><title type='text'>"The intensity of our desire to share the gospel is a great indicator of the extent of our personal conversion." Dallin H. Oaks</title><content type='html'>Its amazing to me how fickle the Human "heart" is! It can change completely with no warning what so ever! Well.... maybe I did have a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; warning.... In fact, this last change has been in the works for quite a while, although it did take me by surprise. It was an experience that I will never forget and it testifies to me that the Lord knows who I am... more than that... He knows my heart and how to prepare it for these changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt the spirit of Missionary work many times in my life. It is powerful and sweet and very contagious! But as wonderful as it is I have never &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; had the desire to serve a full time mission. I suppose that I let my fears take the place of my faith. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older brother, Brant, served in Guatemala. My older sister, Brindy, served in Taiwan. Do you know what its like to be the younger sibling of two successful returned missionaries??? People say things to you like "Are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;going to serve a mission?!" or "Well, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU'RE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;next!" And with your sweet, wide-eyed, grinning sister standing next to you, you simply smile and say "I'm preparing &lt;em&gt;either&lt;/em&gt; way...." (Secretly hoping that the other part of the "&lt;em&gt;either&lt;/em&gt;" you were referring to would swiftly come in place of the said mission!) or "Maybe someday...." (Trying not to give a straight forward answer &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; disappoint your lovingly eager R.M. sibling!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the more I heard things like this the more I ran from it! And the more I ran it seemed the more it was placed in my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would pray about the plan that Heavenly Father had for me and the next week in Sacrament meeting the missionaries would be there, I would be called as a ward missionary my self, the talks in Sacrament meeting would be on Missionary service, the comments in Gospel Doctrine would be given by returned missionaries sharing things they learned on their missions and even the talks in General Conference would be centered around Missionary service! There was just no escaping it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I felt guilty but aren't woman supposed to have the &lt;em&gt;choice&lt;/em&gt;? And if so, shouldn't I be allowed to make that choice for the right reasons and not simply because everyone expected it of me? So, about a year ago, I made up my mind. I was not going to go on a mission. I had other plans for my life, worthy ones, but as far as I was concerned they did not include sacrificing 18 months of it at such a crucial time! But the Lord works in mysterious ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always had a love for the Temples. Ever since I was old enough to know what Temples are, I have earnestly awaited my turn to enter in and receive of the fullness of the Gospel! Well, in January of this year I started the Temple preparation class. I felt peace and joy as I went to the class each week. Excitement grew and so did my desire to serve in the Temples! But the Stake felt strongly that all young single adults who were &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;going on a mission, getting married or at least 24 years of age should not be admitted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crushed, I submitted myself and accepted this to be Gods will. I continued my preparation and hoped that 24 would come to greet me before I died! (I know, but that's how it felt!) Its a strange thing but I think that the Lord knew that I would be more incline to enter the Temple than to go on a mission... ironically one has to be Endowed &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;one can&lt;/em&gt; serve a mission. And so this was simply the beginning... &lt;div&gt;The process continued and my heart grew increasingly more open. I had that anxious feeling... you know the one where you know that it is true with every fiber of your being and you just need to share it so that you don't implode? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well months passed by like they do and two weeks ago, Sunday, I went to Church, as usual. There was a Sister there who had just received her call. She spoke in Sacrament meeting and the Spirit was very strong. Keep in mind, I still had no desire to serve a mission... only by this time I felt like the worst person under Heaven... I have a testimony of Jesus Christ. I know that this is His restored Gospel and I know that there is a living Prophet who guides us with Divine direction. I know this without a doubt! Why then would I be so selfish not to share it with the rest of Gods children?! I sat there during the meeting and pondered this for a while. The questions grew and the more I thought, the worse I felt. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a meeting with my Bishop after the meeting block that day and he told me that he and my Stake President felt like I should consider a mission.... I should have seen that coming.... But the funny thing is that from the time that I entered his office to the time I was exiting I had decided that I was going to serve a mission. I went home and asked my Dad for his thoughts and the Spirit grew so strong... I found myself smiling as I said " I think I am going to serve a mission!" I have never said that before and honestly never expected to do so! I said it over and over again in my mind that night and the more I said it the more I wanted it. By the next day I realized all of my fear had been replaced with rejoicing! I called my Bishop and set up an appointment to meet with him. That Wednesday I had my papers, well the online link to them. I started work on them this Monday when I got back from Idaho. I am now waiting for the Doctors portion and then I will have them ready to be sent in!! I know it has all happened so quickly, but I can't deny the Spirit that I have felt. It has become a part of me and I know that it is part of Gods plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... the Standard of Truth has been erected; no unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing; persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame, but the truth of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and independent, till it has penetrated every continent, visited every clime, swept every country, and sounded in every ear, till the purposes of God shall be accomplished and the Great Jehovah shall say the work is done" (&lt;em&gt;History of the Church,&lt;/em&gt; 4:540).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for the love that Heavenly Father has for His children. He truly is mindful of us and knows what we are capable of achieving, even when we don't! I know that this is just part of His plan for my life. And I know that I can accomplish anything with His help. I love my Savior! I know that He lives! I know that this is His Gospel and that it is the ONLY way to become like Him! I am so excited to represent Him and teach others this great Plan of Happiness! It means everything to me! I am a "Future Missionary" for the Church of Jesus Christ of Later-Day Saints! Yea!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/Sib-hsTZGlI/AAAAAAAAAg0/OouBQOiRrk4/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343237862703307346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 181px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/Sib-hsTZGlI/AAAAAAAAAg0/OouBQOiRrk4/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-1397595010696816473?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/1397595010696816473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/06/intensity-of-our-desire-to-share-gospel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/1397595010696816473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/1397595010696816473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/06/intensity-of-our-desire-to-share-gospel.html' title='&quot;The intensity of our desire to share the gospel is a great indicator of the extent of our personal conversion.&quot; Dallin H. Oaks'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/Sib-hsTZGlI/AAAAAAAAAg0/OouBQOiRrk4/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-5677877132150176536</id><published>2009-05-19T11:41:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:15:10.108-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homedale Idaho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holly Ghost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Temples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gods Love'/><title type='text'>“Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life.” -Rachel Carson</title><content type='html'>Its amazing how renewing time in the country can be! I went to Idaho this week for Maddie's Reception and for Meredith's Bridal pictures and I had a long drive both ways all to myself. Its not the first time that I have made the drive... in fact I have been going to and fro like a titer-toter this year! But it was nice to be alone this time. I was able to think about some things that I have been avoiding. I just really needed the time away from the world. It seems funny for me to say... seeing as how I am from Utah and its not exactly known for its city life... but My&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/ShNAP41COjI/AAAAAAAAAdc/S5lrm-bddvo/s1600-h/Doorway+to+my+future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337680625061214770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/ShNAP41COjI/AAAAAAAAAdc/S5lrm-bddvo/s320/Doorway+to+my+future.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandparents live in Homedale, up by the Oregon border, and I love how open it is! It's space not just air. Time doesn't rule over you when you're out there. I love that! You are simply free to be who you are. You are surrounded by the Lords handy work and the people who cultivate it. They work hard but they seem have their priorities in order. Its a simple life, but its full of joy and they measure their success based on how hard they work at something worth working for. I went to church with my Grandparents on Sunday and I was very impressed with the ward there. We had our Sunday-school lesson on Doctrine &amp;amp; Covenants 109. It's the Kirtland Temple Dedicatory prayer. We were talking about the sacrifices that the early saints made compared to those that we make for Temple service. It really struck me that for the majority of the members, it is a big sacrifice to make time to go to the Temple... the nearest Temple from Homedale is an hour away... within one hour of my house there are 10 Temples... It was heartbreaking to me that they were so far, yet they rejoiced that they were so close! Here too it is a stretch to find time, as sad as that is. It's so easy to get caught up in the feverish rush of life. Going here and there with no time in between to keep our spiritual tanks full. I have to admit that there was a time when I became very selfish. The world was dark to me and held no glory. Color was dull and I was so consumed in my own misfortune that I could not see things clearly. But I have been trying... I really truly want to live the plan that the Lord has for me and the more I want this the more I can feel the Constance of the Holly Ghost. The world is full of splendor! It grows with the strength of the Sun. It falls from Heaven to Earth. It sweeps around us like a whisper and breathes Gods love and it is when our desires are in line with His that we see things the way they truly are, we see things the way He sees them and they are beautiful!! It was so hard to leave this time! I wish I could just stay but I know that I can have that same joy and success in my life if I just remember what its all about and strive everyday to be closer to Heavens arms!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-5677877132150176536?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/5677877132150176536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/05/those-who-dwell-among-beauties-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/5677877132150176536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/5677877132150176536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/05/those-who-dwell-among-beauties-and.html' title='“Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life.” -Rachel Carson'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/ShNAP41COjI/AAAAAAAAAdc/S5lrm-bddvo/s72-c/Doorway+to+my+future.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-8134087781104860448</id><published>2009-05-10T18:19:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:07:07.600-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothers Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mothers'/><title type='text'>Mother of mine, how you shine &amp; I will love you forever! ♥</title><content type='html'>"The sweetest sounds to mortals given are heard in Mother, Home, and Heaven."&lt;br /&gt;-William Goldsmith Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I celebrate the mothers that not only gave me life but have brought the Gospel light into my life! I celebrate my Mother &amp;amp; my Grandmother! These woman have taught me to love my Savior, to trust Him, to seek His Spirit and allow Him to dwell in my heart. I know that Heavenly Father has a plan for woman, He loves us and He knows our potential! I am grateful for &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SgeBEvXQj9I/AAAAAAAAAc8/g0Y_Ydgd8NU/s1600-h/IMG01592%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334374202077122514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SgeBEvXQj9I/AAAAAAAAAc8/g0Y_Ydgd8NU/s320/IMG01592%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mothers who teach us that plan! I love you Mommy! I love your sweet spirit! I love that you taught me the gospel and that you always urge me to listen to the still small voice! I love that you taught me how to pray, that you taught me reverence and respect for family and all things that pertain to the Gospel! Thank Heaven for Mothers!! I am grateful for Grandmothers too! I love you Grandma! Thank you for always being there with a hug and a smile! Thank you for being such an example to my Dad! Because of you, I have two parents who know and love the Lord and have taught me to walk in His way! I love these woman! What strength they are to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also a day for pondering the mother that I will be one day... I actually think about this all the time... I know that no one ever feels like they are a perfect mother and I know that I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; have my moments but I want to be the best I can be! I want to aid in the building up of Zion. I know that this will begin in my home and that I will need to have the Constance of the Spirit to accomplish this! I want my children to know &amp;amp; love the Lord. I want to be a mother like those of the Stripling Warriors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma 56:47-48&lt;br /&gt;Now they never had fought, yet they did not fear death; and they did think more upon the liberty of their fathers than they did upon their lives; yea, they had been taught by their mothers, that if they did not doubt, God would deliver them.&lt;br /&gt;And they rehearsed unto me the words of their mothers, saying: We do not doubt our mothers knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their mothers knew the Lord, they loved him and they knew that the He would bless them for their faith. This knowledge was a comfort in their lives and they were able to teach their children to have that same faith. They were then able to go forward with hope knowing that they would be blessed in their trials.&lt;br /&gt;We are fighting a spiritual war and there are time when we lose the battle. We are defeated and feel tattered and warn but the Lord will win the war. His light will encompass the whole Earth and we will be set free, if we fight on the side of righteousness and truth. This is why it is such a wonderful thing to be a mother! We are entrusted with the children of God and it is our job to arm them for this war that rages all around us. I am so grateful for the love and strength of my mother! I know that she loves the Lord and that she has given me that armor! I want to be like you mom! Happy Mothers Day! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-8134087781104860448?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/8134087781104860448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-of-mine-how-you-shine-i-will.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/8134087781104860448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/8134087781104860448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/05/mother-of-mine-how-you-shine-i-will.html' title='Mother of mine, how you shine &amp; I will love you forever! &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SgeBEvXQj9I/AAAAAAAAAc8/g0Y_Ydgd8NU/s72-c/IMG01592%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-6964760248817876003</id><published>2009-04-28T20:51:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:16:45.855-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gods Love'/><title type='text'>"The greater your ability to trust in the Creator, the greater your ability to create." -Dieter F. Uchtdorf</title><content type='html'>I have been really deep in thought lately, I talk to my self all day every day... Sometimes I wish I could find the switch to my inner dialog and at least turn the volume down! I took a trip to Logan last week and on the drive I got so lost in my own thoughts that I missed the Exit to Brigham City and had to go through Tremonton... I didn't realize this until I saw the sign pointing to Pocatello Idaho! Haha, I probably would have missed the Exit anyway but as I drove, I couldn't help but stare at the beauty of the Earth around me. I really enjoyed my little &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SffYNX_14bI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Mk6dq2Hc8Ig/s1600-h/old+barn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329966408307958194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SffYNX_14bI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Mk6dq2Hc8Ig/s320/old+barn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;adventure! I was just awe struck and I wished I could paint each ray of light, each tree and the contrast of its new leaves against the aged bark, each misty cloud sitting on the gray mountains all around and the lush green grass in all the Fields I passed. I wanted to somehow capture it and soak it all in so that I could keep it with me forever. I have been thinking a lot about the Temple and in my preparation I have really been drawn to all of Gods creations, I see the beauty and marvel at His love for us! It really makes me excited in a way too... I mean think about it... God is the most accomplished, knowledgeable, artist in every medium possible. He knows the law of color, of light and every facet and detail that is remotely relevant to what He is working with and this is what He offers to us! What a wonderful future we have to look forward to if we are faithful and true to our covenants! He truly is our Master, the Creator of Heaven and Earth the very Father of us all and He cares about us. He cares that when we see a beautiful Sunset or a field of lavender and green, it lights our hearts and makes that moment seem to sing... I love Him for that! I love Him for never expecting us to make it on our own, I know that I never could! I rely on Him daily and I am sure He wearies of my endless babel... and yet I know that He doesn't! Such love is incomprehensible to me, but oh how I am grateful for it! I am grateful That He is always there, because I know that I am never just talking to myself... I have a loving Father in Heaven who is listening, a Savior who understands and Heavenly Hosts to aid me in my trials. What a beautiful thing that is to know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-6964760248817876003?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/6964760248817876003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/04/greater-your-ability-to-trust-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/6964760248817876003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/6964760248817876003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/04/greater-your-ability-to-trust-in.html' title='&quot;The greater your ability to trust in the Creator, the greater your ability to create.&quot; -Dieter F. Uchtdorf'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SffYNX_14bI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Mk6dq2Hc8Ig/s72-c/old+barn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-6347672271600508257</id><published>2009-03-10T21:11:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:18:11.061-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Church of Jesus Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>Change always comes bearing gifts.  ~Price Pritchett</title><content type='html'>Once again life is changing all around us! I have really learned to like this aspect of life. Without change there can be no growth. I love the winter, the wold all in white. How appropriate it is that we celebrate Christmas in such a season. But how I have longed for this next stage in the worlds progression, and in my own. I took a short trip to Idaho this last week to visit my wonderful family and I saw the most beautiful thing since the first snow... GREEN! My Grandparents live in Homedale surrounded by hills, planes, orchards, vineyards, farms and the homes of the families that own them. I always love to visit this seemingly idealistic spot. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SbdImZlKygI/AAAAAAAAAXo/untr1OCEUHY/s1600-h/i_love_green!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311794110045800962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SbdImZlKygI/AAAAAAAAAXo/untr1OCEUHY/s320/i_love_green!!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I cannot express how glorious it was to see that rolling green hill! I made my mother pull over so that I could take it all in and capture a picture to show you! Spring is such an exciting time! New life budding all around. And as with the Resurrection of Jesus Christ, what once was dead, now lives and quite literally the world springs forth her fruit! How true it is that all things shall confess the Lord and at His hand all things come forth. I feel my Saviors love in all the world around me! How marvelous and complete our Heavenly Fathers plan for us is and how beautiful the symbolism that surrounds us! Not only has He offered us this gift of Salvation but He placed us on an Earth that constantly reminds us of Him! Happy Spring to us all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-6347672271600508257?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/6347672271600508257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/03/change-always-comes-bearing-gifts-price.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/6347672271600508257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/6347672271600508257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/03/change-always-comes-bearing-gifts-price.html' title='Change always comes bearing gifts.  ~Price Pritchett'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SbdImZlKygI/AAAAAAAAAXo/untr1OCEUHY/s72-c/i_love_green!!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-7094830743231830888</id><published>2009-02-14T14:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:08:33.830-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Be My Valentine ♥</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentines Day! Although it does, generally speaking, bring sore feelings for those of us who are single, I have always really loved this wonderful holiday! What a neat thing that the world actually sets aside a day to celebrate the ones we love and to be grateful for the sweet things in life! Just as with Christmas, there is always an excitement in the air that just seems to linger around and tickle at your curiosity. I want to take a minute to express my love and appreciation for my wonderful family. I could never ask for more! I am grateful for the love and &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SZZzKBYaY3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/GAi0gDYle24/s1600-h/valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302552227282051954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SZZzKBYaY3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/GAi0gDYle24/s320/valentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;care they have for me. I know that the bonds that we are building started long ago and they will continue on forever. I love that I can be with them forever and always! I love them all so dearly, I can't imagine my life without them. Isn't it amazing how much you truly can grow to care for someone? I am so glad that we have such a privilege, to give of our hearts and become close to someone else... what a lonely place this Earth would be without that! In fact, its so important that it is a commandment, "This is my commandment, That ye love one another, as I have loved you." John 15:12&lt;br /&gt;The more we extend this great gift of love, the more we will become like our Savior. For in Him is the infinite source of Unconditional Love. I feel my Saviors love. I know that He lives and that His arm of mercy has enfolded me. He is mindful of me and I see evidence of it daily. How it bemuses me that He can have such a love for a person like myself. I hope to become like Him, to love all around me and feel of the joy that comes with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To love another person is to see the face of God."-Les Miserables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all have a wonderful Valentines day! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X ♥ X ♥ X ♥ X ♥ X ♥ X ♥ X ♥ X ♥ X ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-7094830743231830888?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/7094830743231830888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-my-valentine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/7094830743231830888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/7094830743231830888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-my-valentine.html' title='Be My Valentine &amp;hearts;'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SZZzKBYaY3I/AAAAAAAAAXI/GAi0gDYle24/s72-c/valentine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-399802605443114568</id><published>2009-01-30T12:15:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:09:48.051-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 things about you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>A friend is a second self. -Aristotle</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I was tagged in a Note on Facebook and decided that it was fun enough to bring to the Blogger world! So this is 25 random, quirky things about me and I fully expect you to do this too! I would really like to get to know you all better! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I love to see the Temple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) My favorite color is GREEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) The sound of running water calms me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I love the smell of chlorine....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I loved the show "Mr. Goodbody" Don't ask me why, I was just intrigued by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I love to read! I’m currently reading “The Majesty of Gods Law” by: W. Cleon Skousen. And "Jane Eyre" by: Charlotte Brontë , so far its wonderful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) I only have one sister who is four years older than I am.... but she is my best friend! ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) I collect tea sets/ tea cups.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SYNV119YQFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ECFoxIl1Ukw/s1600-h/Lilly_maid%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297171970223784018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SYNV119YQFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ECFoxIl1Ukw/s320/Lilly_maid%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) I dream in Black and White.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) I love ART!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) I like to collect neat quotes. "Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves" -James Barrie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) When I was little, the toys we had required imagination. So, when my friend introduced me to Teddy Ruxpin, I ran all the way home screaming out of pure terror! Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) I love our fireplace! We haven’t had one for the last 12 years… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) I love the snow but I'm ready for the spring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) I like to play with anything moldable… like, clay, silly putty, sticky tack, rubber cement… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16) I love to do hair and make-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17) I have a dog named Maximus who looks like a miniature Wookiee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18) I am left handed but do most things with my right hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19) I love to laugh, long and loud and clear.... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20) I love Yoga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21) I want to see WICKED again! It was amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22) My favorite flower is the Peony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23) I would rather have appercot preserves than strawberry or raspberry jam…. Then again, just give me the appercot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24) I'm decisively indecisive. Wait! No....yeah I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25) I LOVE my Family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TAG YOU'RE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Shelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Pam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiffany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kirsti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rachael&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brienne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-399802605443114568?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/399802605443114568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-so-i-was-tagged-in-note-on.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/399802605443114568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/399802605443114568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-so-i-was-tagged-in-note-on.html' title='A friend is a second self. -Aristotle'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SYNV119YQFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ECFoxIl1Ukw/s72-c/Lilly_maid%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-4303570926476042950</id><published>2009-01-26T14:43:00.032-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:10:28.859-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Trek'/><title type='text'>“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.” -Vincent van Gogh</title><content type='html'>I wish I had anything of substance to say to you... but I have had the most awful cold! The sad thing is that it hit me on the weekend, making my "free time" completely miserable! So, what is there to do when you are stuck in the house, without a voice feeling like your head is full of dust and an elephant is sitting on your chest? Well, I grabbed a box of Kleenex and chose something to watch to take my mind off of not being able to breath... But, did I watch the usual Musical? Or Doris Day movie? Or perhaps one of my Jane Austin favorites? Nope! I watched.....dun dun Dunn... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STAR TREK THE NEXT GENERATION!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was really fun! I watched the entire 6th season in about three days... Of course, I didn't know that it was the 6th season until Brindy informed me while I was watching the &lt;em&gt;LAST&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;DISC! &lt;/em&gt;I was pretty upset... I don't usually watch things out of order... things like this typically &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SYKWMhja6vI/AAAAAAAAAPY/FDU7VK8Lvq0/s1600-h/01_star_trek_the_next_generation_500_375_Paromount_Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296961253650655986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SYKWMhja6vI/AAAAAAAAAPY/FDU7VK8Lvq0/s320/01_star_trek_the_next_generation_500_375_Paromount_Pictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have an order for a reason and I like to stick with it! But, I was left with no other choice. I simply have to watch the rest of the seasons knowing that Counselor Deana Troi and Commander William Riker will &lt;strong&gt;STILL NOT BE TOGETHER&lt;/strong&gt; after&lt;strong&gt; 6 SEASONS&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Such troublesome news, some people are just meant to be together! Haha, I'm just glad I don't have to wait for them to air before I can watch them! My parents watched the show when I was younger but it was always on right around my bed time. So even if I had understood the adult humor, I didn't have the late night privileges that Brant and Brindy enjoyed being 6 and 4 years older than me. Oh well, it's finally my turn to discover the galaxy with our Starfleet friends! One to beam up! I think I will wait to watch anymore until I'm better though... Cold meds and Star Trek don't seem to mix well with me... I'm not very fond of dreaming about Wharf or the Farangi at night... Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-4303570926476042950?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/4303570926476042950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-my-part-i-know-nothing-with-any.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/4303570926476042950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/4303570926476042950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-my-part-i-know-nothing-with-any.html' title='“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.” -Vincent van Gogh'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SYKWMhja6vI/AAAAAAAAAPY/FDU7VK8Lvq0/s72-c/01_star_trek_the_next_generation_500_375_Paromount_Pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-7615754294169047320</id><published>2009-01-15T15:51:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:41:45.166-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Color Code'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personalities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cinderella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acheiving goals'/><title type='text'>* WARNING * This post may contain "cheese"</title><content type='html'>I think that there is a Princess or Prince (for you boys… if boys actually read my blog…) that each of us can relate to. I also think that there is something that each of the stories can teach us regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up watching old movies. One of them was the Rogers and Hammerstein's Cinderella. Okay, so this one isn’t &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; old… but still, I loved the songs and the magic of the story came to life for me each time I watched it! One of the songs, that Cinderella sings, goes something like this "In my own little corner, in my own little chair, I can be &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SW--8oPN-6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/7h2b9BglHnA/s1600-h/Cinderella+and+Prince+Charming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291658035986299810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SW--8oPN-6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/7h2b9BglHnA/s320/Cinderella+and+Prince+Charming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;whatever I want to be. On the wing of my fancy I can fly anywhere and the world will open its arms to me." I think that the point of the story of Cinderella is often misunderstood. It is not about magic. It is not even about "rags to riches". It is about realizing your dreams. BUT there is a difference between losing your head in the clouds and dreaming your life away and knowing what you want and doing everything you can to make it a reality. Cinderella, if you take away the magic, is just a girl who knew what she wanted and found a way to get it. But, how did she achieve her dream? She allowed herself to believe that it was possible "For a plain country bumpkin and a Prince to join in marriage" Haha, really though, she believed that what she wanted was a real possibility. I think that too many times we have a dream and then convince our selves that that dream is unattainable. "In my own little corner... I can be what ever I want to be!" Everyone has a place where they are free to be and not worry about what is supposed to be. That place is the imagination. We just need to visit more often! There is a quote that I love by Albert Einstein "The imagination is everything; it is the preview of life's coming attractions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, although I learned something from our dear little cinder girl... she is not the Princess that I am most compatible with. Can you guess? I would be surprised if you did. I didn't even come up with the similarity my self! Brindy and I were talking one morning, as we were getting ready for the day, about this very topic and I think she hit it right on the nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Snow White! Haha... If you know me personally you are probably laughing too... because I am quite pail. But this, surprisingly, is not the only comparison that we can make between me and Snow White. I pulled the video off the shelf &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SW--pP9s99I/AAAAAAAAAME/x-W1LoHcrxI/s1600-h/Snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291657703052867538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SW--pP9s99I/AAAAAAAAAME/x-W1LoHcrxI/s320/Snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last week, out of sheer interest, to see if it was true. I haven't seen Snow White since I was little and frankly, it always scared me! But I really liked it this time! When Snow White is introduced to us she is cleaning the steps in a courtyard, day dreaming, she goes over to a well and sings the wishing song. Her company is a flock of Doves. She is then joined by Prince Charming, for lack of any other name, and it frightens her. She goes inside but soon after regrets that decision! He sings to her as she stands on the balcony and she falls in love. Now before you think I am just rambling, I found this interesting because in this one scene, they show the spectrum of her personality and the motives for each color that represent the different traits. I happen to be a white personality with blue &amp;amp; yellow as my secondary colors, according to "The Color Code" book written by Taylor Hartman, and from the looks of it, so is Snow White. I'll explain more about this as we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whites are motivated by peace.&lt;br /&gt;Blues are motivated by intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;Yellows are motivated by fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so we all know this story but here is a quick recap. Her Step Mother, the Queen, was vein and jealous. She instructed the Hunter to take Snow White out to "pick wild flowers" and bring her heart back in a box... &lt;em&gt;eew!&lt;/em&gt; The Hunter falls at her feet and begs her to flee and never return. While she is running, it seems as if the world is attacking her! She is completely overwhelmed and falls to the ground, crying. When she looks up, the world is just how it should be, and all of the eyes that had been peering out at her, she could now see, belong to fluffy little bunnies and other cute animals, just wanting to be her friend. This, sadly, I can relate to. Sometimes it seems as if I haven’t a friend in the world and everything is out to get me. But if I can just have a minute to collect myself and be reassured that someone cares, the world is set to right. And my idealistically optimistic side comes out to play. Well, she ends up in the care of the Seven Dwarfs or rather; the Seven Dwarfs end up in the care of Snow White. Ha! During her stay with the dwarfs, something funny happens. We get an opportunity to see her White, Blue and Yellow personality traits and how they work together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opens the door to the cottage and takes a look around and, oh my! It’s such a mess! Naturally, being a girl, she thinks to clean it up. But her motive in doing so is that when they, the strangers who live there, see what she has done for them, they will be accepting of her and wish her to stay. - (White) However, it’s a lot of work! So, she tries to find a way to make the time pass happily. -(Yellow) So, one of the things that Snow White teaches us is that when a task seems daunting and completely unpleasant, Like cleaning a house that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seven men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; live in that has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; been cleaned before, you can always find something to do to make it fun. Like singing a song about whistling and delegating most of the work to furry little animals! Now we know that white personalities are the unmotivated peace keepers and that yellow personalities are the day dreamers and fun seekers... so how on earth did she manage to be so on top of it? She has a touch of blue! Blues are nurturing but are also natural leaders. Thus the fact that she was able to lead the animals in the task of cleaning the house... I think it’s very neat that an animated character can have a personality so in depth, its fun to see the similarities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next she meets the dwarfs. At first they think that she is a monster and when they find out she is in fact the Princess Snow White and that she can make Gooseberry Pies, they are thrilled to keep her! I just wish I was as good at making pie crust as she is… : ) The next day &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SW_CPkNWvbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-dIkdGQE9W8/s1600-h/Make+a+Wish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291661659857141170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SW_CPkNWvbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/-dIkdGQE9W8/s320/Make+a+Wish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;while she is making the pies, the wicked Queen, dressed as an old peddler woman, comes to the cottage and suggests the apples instead. Snow White invites her into the house and the Queen tells her that one of the apples is a “Magic Wishing Apple” and convinces her to take a bite. She falls into a deep sleep. However, there is a catch! She can be awakened by loves &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; kiss… so the dwarfs obviously arrive too late to save her and assume she is dead. But they can’t find it in there hearts to bury her, so they fasten a glass coffin and place her in a beautiful grove with the seasons changing all around her. Prince Charming finds her, shares a kiss with her and when she wakes up, carries her away to his Castle in the clouds. I can only relate to two things in this part of the story… first, neither of us know the name of our Prince and second we both have yet to give loves first kiss. Haha! Okay, okay! I’m done, so now it’s your turn! Which one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;are you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag YOU'RE it!&lt;br /&gt;Brindy&lt;br /&gt;Lauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caroline &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Pam ;)&lt;br /&gt;And anyone else who wishes to join in on the fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-7615754294169047320?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/7615754294169047320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/01/warning-this-post-may-contain-cheese_15.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/7615754294169047320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/7615754294169047320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/01/warning-this-post-may-contain-cheese_15.html' title='* WARNING * This post may contain &quot;cheese&quot;'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SW--8oPN-6I/AAAAAAAAAMM/7h2b9BglHnA/s72-c/Cinderella+and+Prince+Charming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-3568746708806701131</id><published>2009-01-12T18:10:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:30:02.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“So live that your memories will be part of your happiness”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Aunt Shelly tagged me. I am supposed to post the 4th picture from the 4th album in my computer and I must say, its very silly! What a fun way to share random memories though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290580129247623826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SWvqmMuLepI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XEiil5R9s70/s320/Family+vaca+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is my little brother Bryson. We took a family vacation to California, twice, this summer. Once for my cousin Erin's wedding and a month later for her sister Kim's wedding. We stayed in Vegas on our way to the weddings and this particular time we stayed in the Venetian. It was a blast! This was taken right before we went down to the pool... When we got there we found that the pool was right next to a formal restaurant with large glass windows looking into the pool area. The only people that were at the pool were sitting &lt;em&gt;around&lt;/em&gt; it... It sat in a room that gave one the feeling of being in a Venetian garden. It was beautiful! There were statues all around. Plants lined the walk ways that lead from the main pool to the warm pool and back around to the hot tubs. There were Beautiful fountains in the pools. Even the tiles were amazing! Each piece unique in size, shape and color. The sealing was made of glass and the brilliance of the stars shone down on us. We first situated in a hot tub that was hidden by shrubberies, as we were somewhat intimidated by the formality of it all. Until we were joined by a couple that made it a tad awkward for us to stay. So we moved to the main pool and there in front of the restaurant, with glamorous people inside it, we played "Marco Polo"... Haha! We had so much fun! I'm glad that we were able to let go and play together like we did as kids! I love my family! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tag YOU'RE it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Connie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-3568746708806701131?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/3568746708806701131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-live-that-your-memories-will-be-part.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/3568746708806701131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/3568746708806701131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-live-that-your-memories-will-be-part.html' title='“So live that your memories will be part of your happiness”'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SWvqmMuLepI/AAAAAAAAAK8/XEiil5R9s70/s72-c/Family+vaca+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-5050861461493484722</id><published>2009-01-06T18:09:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:13:46.889-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Open Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Togetherness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>United We Stand... Divided We Fall!</title><content type='html'>Life is a crazy thing. One moment you have it all figured out and the next you are upside down, or in my case, on my bottom on the ice-covered parking lot floor, wondering, "How on earth did I let that happen?!" Now, the fact that I fell is not the purpose for this blog. It's really more the things leading up to that point. I let myself become vulnerable. I put my self out there hoping that others would do the same. Although being open is a good thing, I realized that I was afraid of what would happen to my unguarded heart if rejection should come my way again. I had an experience once, where I held nothing back, I gave and gave and in the end, I wasn't wanted. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SWQ5y6_tV2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/5jKRGYe4z7o/s1600-h/Open+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288415409432516450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SWQ5y6_tV2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/5jKRGYe4z7o/s320/Open+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I blamed myself and became like a little girls diary, I put a lock on my heart and nervously guarded the key from prying eyes. It took time to open up again. To trust again. This expiriance was not a good one... but I admit, my reaction was worse than the events that caused it. We should never be afraid to love, to be loved or to accept people for who they are. Sometimes, in an attempt at saving myself from the pain of rejection I avoid it altogether. I unknowingly and quietly step into the background, causing me to seem uninterested. Unfortunately, this prevents people from getting to know me beyond what they see. I am not ignorant, naive, or shallow. I am a thinking, feeling, beating, breathing, living, human being. I am just like you. I know that we are all different. Our thoughts are unique and we all have our own needs. But if we could step outside of that, just for an instant, we would see that we are not so very alone in what we feel. We all have a need to be accepted. We are all looking for someone to care about and to care about us in return, and none of us can do it alone. Have you ever wondered why we weren't just sent down to Earth one at a time? Haha, of course not! Because we all know that would be absurd! But truly, its because we can't do it alone! I will be the first to say it... I NEED YOU! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-5050861461493484722?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/5050861461493484722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-crazy-thing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/5050861461493484722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/5050861461493484722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-crazy-thing.html' title='United We Stand... Divided We Fall!'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SWQ5y6_tV2I/AAAAAAAAAJk/5jKRGYe4z7o/s72-c/Open+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-7206379819742228593</id><published>2008-12-19T13:22:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:21:13.416-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holly Ghost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas S'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preach my Gospel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Name of Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atonement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Church of Jesus Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The mission of Jesus Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Love of God'/><title type='text'>Joy to the world!</title><content type='html'>This season has always been one for great reflection in my life. On December 25th We acknowledge the birth of the literal Son of God come to redeem all mankind with a promisse of eternal life. And the very next day, my family remembers one who left us with a reason to have hope in that marvolous gift the Savior gave. Ashton Mark Westover is my youngest brother and he returned to our Heavenly Home 15 years ago on December 26th. This heartache has also been a blessing to me personally. I know it sounds wrong to say that... but you must understand that God gives us opportunities to experience pain so that we may learn to rely on Him and gain grater faith in His Son. As a child, I came to an understanding of Gods plan and how it can truly be the "Plan of Happiness" for me and all of those who believe. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I think of all the things I have learned and felt this year, my heart is ever more filled with His love. I know that He lives! I know it with all that I am. I have learned to depend on His strength instead of my own. Because of some trials this last year, I was caused to think about a few things, the most important being, "What is the mission of the Savior in our lives?" These are some of my thoughts on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To understand what His mission is, we must come to knowledge of who He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mormon Doctrine by Bruce R. McConkie It says this of the “NAME OF CHRIST”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Christ is the name given of the Father whereby salvation and all things incident thereto may be attained. It is the name the saints take upon them in the waters of baptism the name by which they are called and which they worship and which they use to seal their prayers. It is the name in which the saints serve God, work miracles, speak prophecies, and do all things.&lt;br /&gt;Use of the name of Christ centers one’s faith in him and constitutes a solemn affirmation as to where all power and authority lies. For God the Father “Hath highly exalted him and given him a name which is above every name: That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and in the earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.”- (Philip. 2:9-11.)” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Use of the Name of Christ surly has more power than we think. The times that I need it the most are often the times when I forget to ask. As I have struggled this past year, I have come to rely more on Him and have found refuge in His name. I have found a love within me, a love of my Savior and thereafter a love for all of His children. I know that He lives, that He is Omnipotent and that He is willing to share all that He has with those who believe on His name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“President Harold B. Lee often said that our testimonies have to be reborn everyday. I believe that is true. My testimony of this wonderful work grows every day. I know that God lives. I know He lives. I have seen too much and experienced too much to ever deny it. He lives. He is my Father, and the Savior is my Savior in every sense of that word. If I can just be one more voice to say that God lives and that this is His work, I will be satisfied.” -Marjorie Pay Hinckley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes on to quote a scripture in; MATTHEW 16:15-17&lt;br /&gt;“Jesus saith unto them, But whom say ye that I am?&lt;br /&gt;And Simon Peter answered and said, Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God.&lt;br /&gt;And Jesus answered and said unto him, Blessed art thou Simon Bar-jona: for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my Father which is in Heaven.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Surly a testimony is something that we cannot get in any other way. We must get it through the Holy Ghost. If one person could give it to another all parents who possessed it would give it to their children. It cannot be bought with money. It can be had only when we have made ourselves worthy and have sought the Lord in humility and diligence. Then it will surely be ours.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sweet testimony, simple though it may be, is the testimony of one who knows the mission of the Savior in her life. This is a knowledge that we must come to personally and through the Spirits revelation as we pray in His name and study His words and the words of His Prophets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SUwUVDNvhyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9dhAfgOz21c/s1600-h/Christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281618814871504674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SUwUVDNvhyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9dhAfgOz21c/s320/Christ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are all familiar with the painting that depicts the Savior knocking on the door without a latch. It symbolizes the fact that we must receive Him into our lives by opening the door. I, for one, have seen this picture countless times in my life… but always struggled to know how I was supposed to actually open that door. It was in study that I came to know, it is not in some monumental event that the door to our soul is opened but in small things. It is through taking His name upon us daily, in sealing our prayers with it, in serving others and having willing hands and obedient hearts. As we do these things we will be worthy of the constant companionship of the Holy Spirit and will receive the love of the Savior in our lives. We will come to a more perfect understanding of the Atonement and how to apply it personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We read of the Atonement in ALMA 7:11-13&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“And He shall go forth, suffering pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind; and this that the word might be fulfilled which saith he will take upon him the pains and sicknesses of his people.&lt;br /&gt;And he will take upon him death that he may loose the bands of death which bind his people; and he will take upon him their infirmities, that his bowels may be filled with mercy, according to the flesh, that he may know according to the flesh how to succor his people according to their infirmities.&lt;br /&gt;Now the Spirit knoweth all things; nevertheless the Son of God suffereth according to the flesh that he might take upon him the sins of his people, that he might blot out their transgressions according to the power of his deliverance; and now behold, this is the testimony which is in me.“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love verse 13. It says that “the Spirit knoweth all things” Still He chose to Atone for each of us that He may know our hearts individually. He knows our Sins, our Temptations and our Infirmities. And He is the only one who can help us overcome them. He does so because He loves us and He wants us to be worthy to live with Him again and to receive all that the Father has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Preach My Gospel, It says this, speaking of the Atonement&lt;br /&gt;“As we rely on the Atonement of Jesus Christ, He can help us endure our trials, sicknesses, and pain. We can be filled with joy, peace and consolation. All that is unfair about life can be made right through the Atonement of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;In paying the penalty for our sins, Jesus did not, however, eliminate our personal responsibility. We must show that we accept Him and that we will follow His commandments. Only through the gift of the Atonement can we return to live with God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the mission of the Savior in our lives. He is our advocate with the Father. He is the One Sure Way, The Rock, and the Redeemer. He suffered all things for us and He pleads for us to hear and follow his voice… but the choice is ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that God lives. I know it and I love His work! I know that the power of the Atonement is real. I have used it in my own life and have felt the peace, joy and relief that it offers. I know that Jesus is the Christ, that this is His Church. I know that it was restored with the proper authority through the Prophet Joseph Smith and that it was organized with the same ordinances and principals that Christ established during His mortal ministry. I know that the Book of Mormon is another testament of Him. I know that Thomas S. Monson is the true and living Prophet today and that he guides us through inspiration. My prayer is that each of us will be able to open the door to our hearts and let Him in. That our testimonies can be reborn every day and that our faith in Him and in His infinite Atonement will burn deeper into our souls. I leave this with you in His name, Jesus Christ, Amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-7206379819742228593?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/7206379819742228593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2008/12/thinking-about-christmas-as-time-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/7206379819742228593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/7206379819742228593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2008/12/thinking-about-christmas-as-time-to.html' title='Joy to the world!'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SUwUVDNvhyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9dhAfgOz21c/s72-c/Christ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-7062312869652942151</id><published>2008-11-04T18:46:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:52:17.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>" Be true to who you are and the family name you bare." - Gordon B. Hinckley</title><content type='html'>The thing that I love the deepest is family. Family is where we belong. It is what makes a house a "Home". It is where our stories begin and the only thing we can take with us when our stories end. I don't believe that there is anything more important in this life than family. I come from a very strong "Family Tree" and I strive to be true the name I have been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On October 27, 2008 Damon Brant Westover was welcomed into our family as the son of Brant and Sheleen Westover. I am so overjoyed to be the Aunt of this sweet angel! He couldn't possibly be more loved! Damon was born 5 weeks early and was only 5 lbs 13 oz. But he is healthy and strong and every inch a Westover!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299426617622267058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SYtYbmCgBLI/AAAAAAAAATI/G_2lWO8hzBE/s320/n1154220584_30301138_4242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299426846515963234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SYtYo6vApWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YbpDsiYy2s0/s320/n1154220584_30301153_9115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299426996289244162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SYtYxorvjAI/AAAAAAAAATY/pJEHlK-WMwA/s320/n1154220584_30301140_4899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299427286670417890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SYtZCicAn-I/AAAAAAAAATg/MM1T9EB-KbA/s320/IMG00635%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-7062312869652942151?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/7062312869652942151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-that-we-love-deeply-becomes-part-of.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/7062312869652942151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/7062312869652942151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-that-we-love-deeply-becomes-part-of.html' title='&quot; Be true to who you are and the family name you bare.&quot; - Gordon B. Hinckley'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SYtYbmCgBLI/AAAAAAAAATI/G_2lWO8hzBE/s72-c/n1154220584_30301138_4242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-582303809856726672</id><published>2008-11-03T15:13:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:34:01.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"A sister by blood, A friend by choice."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SWP9gwnD4zI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WuAHLVgQ4SU/s1600-h/Brindy_and_kell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288349126709470002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SWP9gwnD4zI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WuAHLVgQ4SU/s320/Brindy_and_kell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a sister called Brindy. Brindy makes me laugh! She tells me everything she thinks (most of the time while she is in the process of thinking it.) She tells me what she likes, what she doesn't like and all of the stories that she collects from day to day life. She tries very hard to listen to me, and cares about me more than anyone could. I love my sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A Sister is God's way of proving He doesn't want us to walk alone"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This MUST be true because my sister absolutely, positively, does NOT like to be alone! Brindy and I have shared a bedroom for many years. Mostly by choice. Well now that we are in our new home we all have our own rooms and I admit, it has been a bit of an adjustment even for me. Its a strange feeling to be in a big, quiet, room all by yourself! Well last night something happened that will make you giggle a little, I am sure! Just as I was finally ready for the night and on my way to dream land... Brindy and our little brother Bryson star&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SWP8831IVWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aWIIfRncRWQ/s1600-h/Family+vaca+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288348510172239202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SWP8831IVWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/aWIIfRncRWQ/s320/Family+vaca+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ted calling my name from the other room. "This better be good." was my reply as I stumbled into Brindy's room to ask her what she needed. On the floor of her room was a pile of blankets... I knew them at once! They were the ones that live on Bryson's bed. Bryson appeared in the doorway behind me holding a VHS and Brindy announced, with glee, "Heidi!" "NO! I wont leave my nice, warm, perfectly tucked in, soft bed to sleep on your floor..." I said, on my way to collect my bedding. Just then I heard, " OK! We'll come to you!" Well they all came in Brindy, Bryson, Max (the dog) and Heidi. Bryson and Max on the floor cuddled in a mound of quilts, Heidi in the VCR and Brindy and I both taking half of my TWIN size bed. I should explain to Brindy that "twin size" doesn't mean that two people should sleep on it... Haha! It's funny but I don't mind. I could probably tell you many more such stories. I'm glad that I have a sister who loves to spend time with me. I know that we have a bond that others don't and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我爱我的姐妹 &amp;hearts; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-582303809856726672?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/582303809856726672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2008/11/sister-by-blood-friend-by-choice.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/582303809856726672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/582303809856726672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2008/11/sister-by-blood-friend-by-choice.html' title='&quot;A sister by blood, A friend by choice.&quot;'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SWP9gwnD4zI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WuAHLVgQ4SU/s72-c/Brindy_and_kell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-5310541957169459631</id><published>2008-10-22T16:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:28:16.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Shake and Shake the Ketchup bottle, none'll come and then a lot'll!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm not a big shopper. Never really have been, in fact, I believe the last time that I bought pants for school was last fall. I have been going to school year round so naturally some of my pants have died off since then. Actually my last pair perished yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was at school and some of the girls decided to make a poster for a girl who was coming back from a leave. If you know me, you know that glue and I are NOT friends! But I thought, why not? So I dug deep down inside me to grasp at whatever "craftiness" I had in there and started work on "bedazzling" the poster. I was squeezing the tube of glue and it seemed stuck, so what did I do? I squoze HARDER! And what did &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; do? It all came POURING out of the back of the tube! It took me a while to get it off my hands but it was impossible to save my poor pants. Sad day! I didn't get to work on the poster at all... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SP-88OJ5elI/AAAAAAAAACM/uC_CGuJl0FI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260130632569813586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SP-88OJ5elI/AAAAAAAAACM/uC_CGuJl0FI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So today, I ordered myself a pair of pants from the GAP online (they don't sell pants long enough for me in the actual store.) And when I went to check out, it asked me if the purchase was a gift... well, I thought, Its like a gift,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;from me... to me! So for free it wrapped my pants like a preasent and even let me personalize a card for myself! This made up for my loss of the year-old, glue-stained pants for sure! If only there were a place I could go to get the "craftiness" gene. Oh well, I guess for now I'll just abstain from playing with glue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* So, the moral of the story... Our trials will work together for our good and if we look hard enough we can find a gift in every life experience&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-5310541957169459631?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/5310541957169459631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2008/10/shake-and-shake-ketchup-bottle-nonell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/5310541957169459631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/5310541957169459631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2008/10/shake-and-shake-ketchup-bottle-nonell.html' title='&quot;Shake and Shake the Ketchup bottle, none&apos;ll come and then a lot&apos;ll!&quot;'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SP-88OJ5elI/AAAAAAAAACM/uC_CGuJl0FI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-1649452068024856896</id><published>2008-10-17T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:47:55.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"The imagination is everything, it is the preview of life's coming attractions." -Albert Einstein</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SPjMvmT2hXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2EbQEbu-XH8/s1600-h/11843599579635653148_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258177683064784242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SPjMvmT2hXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2EbQEbu-XH8/s320/11843599579635653148_1.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I could live in a dream. My dreams are so simple and peaceful. It makes life seem so rash and complex. I dream in black and white. Sometimes, I see color, usually in someones eyes... I'm not sure what that means. I don't see the world before me as in real life. I don't usually even see the people in my dreams, just a glimpse now and then. I just know that it's all there. I know the texture without feeling it. I know the scent without smelling it. I know the color without seeing it. I know the tone without hearing it. I know shape and size and emotion without ever being told that it's there. The dream world is a wonderful place where our hearts desires and fears are all made known to us in the most bazaar ways. Just as in life, in dreams we must take the bad with the good. But think if we could allow our selves so see the way we see in a dream. Just think, if we could be so perceptive in our waking lives... &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The real discoveries in life are the ones we make inside ourselves. To really know and understand myself and to honestly seek and follow the will of God for me would be the most remarkable thing I could achieve in this life. Most of the time I am afraid to believe in myself enough to make my dreams a reality. I get caught up in the fear of the unknown and end up locking my heart and living as if my dreams were simply something that I visit in a world beyond my own. How much I am missing! I have slowly been able to turn the key that keeps them bound and slowly into my world are being let the beauties that have been created within me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Make beautiful everything around you..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The greater your ability to trust in the Creator, the greater your ability to create."-Dieter F. Uchtdorf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to have the trust in Him, one day, to live in a dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-1649452068024856896?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/1649452068024856896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2008/10/imagination-is-everything-it-is-preview.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/1649452068024856896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/1649452068024856896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2008/10/imagination-is-everything-it-is-preview.html' title='&quot;The imagination is everything, it is the preview of life&apos;s coming attractions.&quot; -Albert Einstein'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SPjMvmT2hXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2EbQEbu-XH8/s72-c/11843599579635653148_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-5791878524792299592</id><published>2008-10-14T11:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:29:42.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Spoon full of Sugar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SPTXlQDOMzI/AAAAAAAAABs/Gkismrk_VT0/s1600-h/Mary%2520Poppins%25201.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257063700011823922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" height="342" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SPTXlQDOMzI/AAAAAAAAABs/Gkismrk_VT0/s320/Mary%2520Poppins%25201.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Yesterday, I had the opportunity to be a baby-sitter again! Something that I have missed very much! This particular family I have baby-sat, from time to time, for about 10 years. I woke up early and drove the car-pool to school and even got to stay for the first hour to be the "Room Mother". The Teacher must have missed it when I introduced myself as the Nanny because at the end of the time she came up to me, with a puzzled face, and asked "Now... whose Mother are you?" I had to laugh to myself... the class was full of 11 year old kids...I must look good for being in my mid 30's... haha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;There is nothing sweeter to me, then spending my days with children. I wish I could just forget all about money and school and just be a nanny again. There is however one drawback to this... you get emotionally attached to children that are not your own and one day, its time for you to go. But the hugs and the sward fights are so hard to say goodbye to! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-5791878524792299592?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/5791878524792299592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-i-had-opportunity-to-be-baby.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/5791878524792299592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/5791878524792299592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-i-had-opportunity-to-be-baby.html' title='Just a Spoon full of Sugar!'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SPTXlQDOMzI/AAAAAAAAABs/Gkismrk_VT0/s72-c/Mary%2520Poppins%25201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-7979173389595779924</id><published>2008-10-07T18:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:22:21.989-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hymns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gods Love'/><title type='text'>"Listen to and sing the music of heaven." - Elder William R. Bradford</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I watched "Emma Smith, My Story" the movie this week. I wasn't looking for spiritual guidance at the time, honestly, just something to do. I watched it alone, but the Spirit was so strong that I didn't mind. In the story, it shows her compiling the Hymns. In all the things she was called to bear in her life, the Lord chose to have her focus on the Hymns, a seemingly simple thing to do. But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Inspiring music may fill the soul with heavenly thoughts, move one to righteous action, or speak peace to the soul."&lt;br /&gt;President Ezra Taft Benson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SOvhKxvEQdI/AAAAAAAAABE/dvhfyCtpF78/s1600-h/hymn.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254540965523505618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="131" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SOvhKxvEQdI/AAAAAAAAABE/dvhfyCtpF78/s320/hymn.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad told us, growing up, that as a child he noticed that his grandparents never used the Hymn book. They knew the Hymns by heart and sang them as an active part of their worship. That made an impact on him and he has made it a goal to be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;To my surprise, the Sunday before Conference, I was able to sing all of the Hymns, in the meetings I attended, without using my Hymn book... I didn't notice this until the closing song in my last meeting when I found myself not knowing the words to the second verse... this troubled me! I found that when I was singing without relying on the book I was able to focus on the words of the Hymn and extend and deepen the level of my worship. It was a very sweet feeling, one that I hope to continue to have throughout my life. As I learn the words to these precious songs, I feel a deeper connection to the Gospel truths I have known since I was a child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My personal testimony started when I was 6 years old. My littlest brother, Ashton, passed away that year. At the Funeral we sang, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="bodyLink2" onclick="javascript:OpenMusicPlayer(1,2,188,' ',188,'ZZZ')" href="http://www.lds.org/cm/topicsearchalpha/1,18284,4961-1-2,00.html#nullLink" name="playerlink3-1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Families Can Be Together Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. I felt those words Peirce my soul each time I sang them. Music had a profound impact on my life. I am grateful that the Lord understands the power of song and that He saw fit to admonish Emma to compile the Hymns to bring us closer to Him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3871127645021945411-7979173389595779924?l=nikellew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/feeds/7979173389595779924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2008/10/listen-to-and-sing-music-of-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/7979173389595779924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3871127645021945411/posts/default/7979173389595779924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikellew.blogspot.com/2008/10/listen-to-and-sing-music-of-heaven.html' title='&quot;Listen to and sing the music of heaven.&quot; - Elder William R. Bradford'/><author><name>Nikelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682063627640409740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qC-1nvJ5ZiU/TzTI8GcljpI/AAAAAAAAA_0/jK4HZMlk3pU/s220/Snapshot_20120209_90.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SOvhKxvEQdI/AAAAAAAAABE/dvhfyCtpF78/s72-c/hymn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3871127645021945411.post-858357666825439120</id><published>2008-10-04T19:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:24:50.617-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Temples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Church of Jesus Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missionary Work'/><title type='text'>"Come what may and love it." -Madeline Bitner Wirthlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading my first Blog Post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A little about my self, I belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints. I was born into this faith and as a result have lived my life knowing of the truthfulness of the Gospel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It has rained all day today and I have felt as if it were a symbol of a new beginning for me. I have had some trials in my life lately that, as much as I hate it, hardened my heart a little. In this stage of change I have come to know that the adversities we face in our lives can be blessings to us. Joseph B. Wirthlin gave us 4 steps in realizing this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1. Learn to Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2. Seek for the Eternal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;3.Understand the principal of compensation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;4.Put your trust in God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The Lord has taken me in His arms and has given me a chance to replace the despair with hope. Gratitude is growing in my heart and this blog post, although it quite possibly will never be read, is a way for me to express it. Kind of like a Journal... neat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today I watched the first two sessions of The 178th Annual General Conference! They announced 5 new Temples this morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;They are; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SOgPrLeGnpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QQ2_0EncmoA/s1600-h/saltlake.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253466199815528082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" height="395" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0FTRNiYgWgc/SOgPrLeGnpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QQ2_0EncmoA/s320/saltlake.gif" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/calgary/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Calgary Alberta Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/cordoba/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Córdoba Argentina Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/kansascity/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Kansas City Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/philadelphia/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Philadelphia Pennsylvania Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/rome/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Rome Italy Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This news was not all unexpected but surly wonderful! The Lords promise that Temples will Dot the Earth is being made manifest in my life time... this brings joy to me! I love the Temple! It is through the Temples that everything that is dear to me, can be mine for eternity! And now, more and more of Gods children will be able to receive these blessings! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So, one of the talks given was by Silvia H. Allred. Her topic was missionary work....&lt;br /&gt;She said this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"The Gospel of Jesus Christ is the greatest gift we can give"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This brings up a very hard thing for me... now don't run away with your thoughts silly... I love missionary work and I believe that what she said is true. However, I have been in constant conflict with myself for the past few years. You see, I am 20 years and almost 8 months old... "Wow, so old..." you may be saying, most likely while rolling your eyes... well allow me tell you why this matters to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When a young woman reaches the age of 21, she is available to serve a mission. Young men are told that it is their responsibility. It is a mater of duty and they &lt;em&gt;get&lt;/em&gt; to go at a much more &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;convenient&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; age... well young women are told that it is their choice. What does that mean, &lt;em&gt;my choice&lt;/em&gt;? I have asked myself that many times. What I have come to realize doesn't make my choice any easier. The Lord loves me. He gave me agency and with that agency I get to choose between two good things. He will not take that from me and tell me to go, although sometimes I wish he would. He will not tell me to stay home either because me going on a mission would have life changing consequences (good ones of course) not only for me and my family, but those who I would serve. Part of me longs for this. To serve in a part of the world that I don't know. To meet and love people who need to know what I know. To be able to go to the Temple...wow, I can't tell you what that would mean to me! But Part of me, well is scared. What exactly is my work supposed to be? Where am I most needed? This is where my conflict is. I feel the spirit when I hear about missionary work, I served as a ward missionary, I went on "Splits" with the sisters when I lived in Lehi.... I know what missionary work is and I know that it is wonderful. My older brother, Brant, went on a mission to Guatemala. We had some amazing experiences with his mission, as a family. My older sister, Brindy, went on a mission to Taiwan. The blessings of Heaven were opened unto our family yet again! Do I go and follow in their footsteps? Do I stay and serve in other ways? I know that it is for me to choose and I know that either way, I can do the Lords work but wow! 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