tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18507148000528010322024-03-13T10:31:45.615-07:00beside a waterfallKathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-57076124682326864262014-02-09T17:42:00.001-08:002014-02-09T17:42:12.754-08:00Cheeky Quote of the Day! Mom would love this!<a href="https://www.blogger.com/" id="quoteLink" style="color: #3d74a5; text-decoration: none;" title="Quote too long for Twitter">When someone asks you the question, "Are you ticklish", it doesn't matter if you say yes or no, cause they're going to touch you. If someone asks if you're ticklish and you don't want to be touched you should something like "I have diarrhea, now don't touch me cause you'll make it come out... and yes I'm very ticklish".</a>si tu veuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164553469124591868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-77403135305111642992013-11-29T21:33:00.000-08:002013-11-29T22:12:17.874-08:00Aunt Ann, a Parade and a Buggy, Horses, and a Baby Sister!<strong><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;">I lived around many Aunts and played in the back yard of the house still on Main
Street. I remember that I had a hard time and Mom was often angry at me and I
would run to my Aunts for comfort, especially after she whipped me for the
accidents I had with wetting the bed. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;">Aunt Ann’s bed seemed to be so high off
the floor. 0h I could get up on the bed and have some loves and knew Aunt Ann
loved me and cared about me. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold; font-size: large;">I played with Artile Toth and had a 1 year old
birthday party. I also walked in the American Fork Steel Days parade and got a
ribbon for by buggy wth my bear in it dressed up. I remember seeing my dog
poisoned on the back porch and to this day I cannot understand how someone could
hurt something so precious to me. I remember sitting in the tin tub in the back
yard as my swimming pool. </span></strong>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold;">Then the day
came that my mother told me she was sorry she had me. I think I was three or
four and I could not understand that statement. Too young to know you are not
wanted and not know the reasons why; No matter how bad of a mother I was I
always wanted my children and loved them. I am sure there were times they felt I
did not want them but I did and, maybe, still do; but, they are precious to me and grow more
so each day.</span></strong></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold;">We moved
into a new home and it felt so far away. Ralph Hunter lived on the corner and
the Scotts lived up the road. There were fields with horses, and cows, and pheasants
everywhere. It was fun to run and play. I had no brothers or sisters but would
soon have one. </span></strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong><span style="font-family: Script MT Bold;">I can remember my Grandmother bought me a new pink dress and coat
to go pick up my sister to bring her home. They laid the baby on my lap and she
peed on my new clothes. I told them they could take her back because I did not
want her. So much for my sister Leila. We are 4 years and a few weeks apart. </span></strong></span></div>
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si tu veuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164553469124591868noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-57289726556186586362013-11-29T20:42:00.000-08:002013-11-29T21:42:55.113-08:00"Cheeky Quotes" - because she loved, she lived!<a href="http://www.blogger.com/" id="quoteLink" style="color: #3d74a5; text-decoration: none;" title="Quote too long for Twitter">He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.</a><br />
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<b style="font-size: 12px;">Douglas Adams</b></div>
si tu veuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164553469124591868noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-66809866350808748952013-11-29T16:52:00.002-08:002013-11-29T21:32:46.673-08:00in the beginning - Her-story!<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0">
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always thought I would have years to write my history and wondered why I should
write it anyway. Lately I have felt that time is very short and it needed to be
done and yet it is something I do not want to do. Maybe because I am not sure
how it will be received by those who read it and if it will ever be read and
believed. </strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Script MT Bold"; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><strong></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Script MT Bold"; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><strong>I was born in Prove, Ut. My mom had a very hard time delivering me and
nearly died. My soft spot on my head was closed so I was to have the fate of a
small head and many other challenges of life. Dad was overseas [during World War 2] flying out of
India and over the hump. For several weeks he did not know he had a daughter. </strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Script MT Bold"; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><strong>I
went home to 184 West Main St, American Fork, Utah to live at Grandpa Glen and
Grandma Leila’s home. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was given a name
and blessing by<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a member for the 12
apostles (with Dad choosing my name
- better than Valentine). </strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Script MT Bold"; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><strong>Dad came home from the war and we moved to Compton, Ca
while Dad was stationed at the army airbase in Long beach, Ca.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In Aug of 1945 my Grandfather Glen James
Sykes died and we went home to American Fork. </strong></span><br />
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played in the back yard of the house still on Main Street [in American Fork].
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[this was sent to me on <strong>February 8th of 2010</strong>; I had asked my Mother to begin to share/write her history. I think it is fitting I share her 'bits' and 'pieces' on her own blog.]<br />
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<span style="color: #274e13;">Mom - </span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">I love you and </span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">I miss you.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">I hope </span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">you will find</span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;"> it pleasing</span><span style="color: #274e13;"> as I</span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;"> share your story </span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">now. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">I like to think of you</span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;"> sitting somewhere</span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;"> <strong>'beside a waterfall'</strong>.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;"> Sometimes </span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">in my dreams</span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;"> we walk </span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">and I talk. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">I wish </span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">I had </span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">listened more</span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;"> when you were here. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;"></span> </div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">There are </span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">so many things </span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">I still </span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">want </span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">to know.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;">♥ --stacie</span></div>
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</span>si tu veuxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04164553469124591868noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-79966957628096413452010-09-03T14:31:00.000-07:002010-09-03T14:35:39.645-07:00<div align="left">My roommates brother passed away last Sunday morning. </div><div align="left">I have so many mixed feelings. </div><div align="left">I fell sorry for Karla and pleased that Ray may finally be at peace </div><div align="left">or at least hope so. </div><div align="left">So many arrangements to be made for D and Karla </div><div align="left">and those who want his stuff just can't leave Karla alone. </div><div align="left">Just a way to rub salt in the plans or wound as they would say.</div><div align="left"> I hope they can get all settled</div><div align="left"> and taken care of so mending of souls can begin.</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-56359204795081460212010-09-03T14:28:00.000-07:002010-09-03T14:29:55.766-07:00<div align="center">"Patience—</div><div align="center">the ability to put our desires on hold for a time—</div><div align="center">is a precious and rare virtue.</div><div align="center"> We want what we want, and we want it now.</div><div align="center"> Therefore, the very idea of patience may</div><div align="center"> seem unpleasant and, at times, bitter.</div><div align="center">"Nevertheless, without patience, </div><div align="center">we cannot please God;</div><div align="center"> we cannot become perfect."<br />Dieter F. Uchtdorf,</div><div align="center"> <a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=5317b73f64838210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">"Continue in Patience," Ensign, May 2010, 56</a> </div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-69242478382733624142010-08-22T14:29:00.000-07:002010-08-22T14:30:08.342-07:00Please forgive the spelling and typing. I never said I could spell or type and my high school type teacher would agree.Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-12986008461303583922010-08-22T14:10:00.000-07:002010-08-22T14:28:50.651-07:00<div align="center">Have YOU ever had one of those days. I did well, I should say nights. My roommate is taking care of anothers person house and cat so is gone. My other room mate was spending the night with some friends. So here is the story...</div><br /> <span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> I put the two big dogs out for the night and because one is a fench jumper put her on the tie down for the night. Plenty of water and for the night and settled in to watch a couple of shows. You know the kind that is cops and robbers. Do they still have those? At about 11:00 pm the big dog and yes she is big started to bark, howl and act up. The more it went on the more I got upset. It is highly unusal for her to make such a racket. Yes, she barks but not like this. I called her but could not get her to come. I tried again still no results. Well you have to understand that we have had car break ins and break ins in houses where the people are sleeping while they steal from the house. (hard of hearing I don't think so) Well chicken me as I was becoming thought maybe I sould call my cop friend that lives down the street. Threw that out and called my roommate at 1:30 am and ask her what she thought. So she stayed on the line while I went outside and to the corner of the front yard where B was at. Finally got B. to come in. She was so up tight and kept going to the door wanting to go out. Then she put her body acrossed mine and pushed me back in the sofa in a protective mode. At 4:00 or so she finally layed down after pacing the room and looking out she went to sleep. At 5:00 her eyes popped open and she wanted out. I let her out no more braking or crying at all. What ever was there was gone. No sleep and none until Sat night when I went to be about 8:00 and died. B did not bark or get upset that night. So what do you think is was brothering her? Some say a wild animal, or maybe a ghost.</span>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-68726762191739364102010-08-17T06:47:00.000-07:002010-08-17T06:50:24.675-07:00<div align="center"><br />“We become so caught up in</div><div align="center">the busyness of our lives. Were we to step back, </div><div align="center">however, and take a good </div><div align="center">at what we’re doing, </div><div align="center">may find that we have immersed ourselves </div><div align="center">in the ‘thick of thin things.’ </div><div align="center">In other words, too often </div><div align="center">spend most of our time </div><div align="center">taking care of the things which </div><div align="center">not really matter much at all in</div><div align="center">the grand scheme of things, </div><div align="center">neglecting those more important causes.”<br />Thomas S. Monson,</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=f6ce56627ab94210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">“What Have I Done for Someone Today</a></div><div align="center">Ensign, Nov. 2009, 85 </div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-53673610227764153012010-08-10T06:13:00.000-07:002010-08-10T06:15:49.955-07:00<div align="center">We live in perilous times when many believe </div><div align="center">we are not accountable to God and that </div><div align="center">we do not have personal responsibility </div><div align="center">or stewardship for ourselves or others. </div><div align="center">Many in the world are focused on</div><div align="center"> self-gratification, put themselves first, </div><div align="center">and love pleasure more than</div><div align="center"> they love righteousness. </div><div align="center">They do not believe they are their </div><div align="center">brother’s keeper. I</div><div align="center">n the Church, however, we believ</div><div align="center">e that these stewardships are a sacred trust.”<br />Quentin L. Cook, </div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=affe56627ab94210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">“Stewardship—a Sacred Trust,” Ensign, Nov. 2009, 91</a> </div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-30233502068260607962010-08-09T06:54:00.000-07:002010-08-09T06:55:55.435-07:00<div align="center"><br />“The invitation to repent is rarely </div><div align="center">a voice of chastisement but rather a loving</div><div align="center"> appeal to turn around and to ‘re-turn’ </div><div align="center">toward God.</div><div align="center"> It is the beckoning of a loving Father</div><div align="center"> and His Only Begotten Son </div><div align="center">to be more than we are, </div><div align="center">to reach up to a higher way of life, </div><div align="center">to change, and to feel the happiness </div><div align="center">of keeping the commandments.”<br />Neil L. Andersen, </div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=fa8d56627ab94210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">“Repent . . . That I May Heal You,” </a></div><div align="center">Ensign, Nov. 2009, 40 </div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-47195894021811518982010-08-02T06:40:00.000-07:002010-08-02T06:42:40.748-07:00<div align="center"><br /><a style="FONT-SIZE: 18px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ldsdailygems/~3/_XwYQPt_c3g/index.jsp?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" name="1"> </a><br />“Just remember that the legacy </div><div align="center">is passed from heart to heart.</div><div align="center"> Charity, the pure love of Christ,</div><div align="center"> is part of the mighty change of heart</div><div align="center"> which the Lord promises to</div><div align="center"> His faithful disciples. </div><div align="center">So it is not hard to see what simple things </div><div align="center">you can and must do to pass the legacy along.”<br />Henry B. Eyring,</div><div align="center"> <a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=3d4056627ab94210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">“The Enduring Legacy of Relief Society,” Ensign, Nov 2009, 121–25</a><br /></div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-74579126061361910602010-07-19T08:20:00.000-07:002010-07-19T08:21:59.293-07:00<div align="center"><br /><a style="FONT-SIZE: 18px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ldsdailygems/~3/jiHV_DPvljs/index.jsp?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" name="1">God Will Bless and Prosper You</a><br />“Our Father in Heaven has promised that</div><div align="center"> you will ‘mount up with wings as eagles</div><div align="center">[you] shall run, and not be weary; </div><div align="center">[you] shall walk, and not faint.’ </div><div align="center">‘shall not be deceived.’ God will bless and prosper you. </div><div align="center">The gates of hell shall not prevail against you;</div><div align="center"> . . . and the Lord God will </div><div align="center">the powers of darkness from before you, </div><div align="center">and cause the heavens to shake for your good, </div><div align="center">and his name’s glory.’ ”<br />Dieter F. Uchtdorf</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=bcf8ebf1f8a38210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">“Your Happily Ever After,” Ensign, May 2010, 127</a> </div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-90861509962980909302010-07-17T18:55:00.000-07:002010-07-17T18:56:36.558-07:00<div align="center"><br />“To gain a testimony,</div><div align="center"> you must nourish it</div><div align="center"> step by step. </div><div align="center">‘[Your testimony] will</div><div align="center"> increase as you make </div><div align="center">decisions to keep the </div><div align="center">commandments. </div><div align="center">As you lift and </div><div align="center">strengthen others, </div><div align="center">you will see your </div><div align="center">testimony continue to develop.’ ”<br />Mary N. Cook, </div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=bab8ebf1f8a38210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">“Never, Never, Never Give Up!” </a></div><div align="center">Ensign, May 2010, 118 </div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-37788723695012800532010-07-17T16:17:00.000-07:002010-07-17T16:22:32.516-07:00<div align="center">Well I have been lost in a fog. </div><div align="center">Decided this week is a bust and best left behind.</div><div align="center"> I put my tooth <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">thru</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mylip</span> (had a fat lip)</div><div align="center"> and fell on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Baileysue</span>, and staggered into walls. </div><div align="center">No I was not drunk the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">meds</span> Dr </div><div align="center">gave me I had a reaction to. Lost one week of time.</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-6213829143730932932010-07-15T16:49:00.000-07:002010-07-15T16:50:22.579-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ldsdailygems/~3/jiHV_DPvljs/index.jsp?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email" target="_blank">Fan the Flame of Their Spiritual Core</a><br />“We hold in our arms the rising generation.<br />They come to this earth with important<br />responsibilities and great spiritual capacities.<br />We cannot be casual in how we prepare them.<br />Our challenge as parents and teachers is not<br />to create a spiritual core in their souls<br />but rather to fan the flame of their spiritual<br />core already aglow with the fire<br />of their premortal faith.”<br />Neil L. Andersen,</div><div align="center"> <a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=a548ebf1f8a38210VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD" target="_blank">“Tell Me the Stories of Jesus,” Ensign, May 2010, 108</a></div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-59697997461364154762010-07-11T11:40:00.000-07:002010-07-11T11:43:20.877-07:00<div align="center">Well I have been away from</div><div align="center"> my blog for a time. </div><div align="center">I sure know how to stir up</div><div align="center"> my family and not make </div><div align="center">friends or influence people. </div><div align="center">I still believe what I said</div><div align="center"> in the letter to my family</div><div align="center"> is needed. We need to pull </div><div align="center">together as C and N children </div><div align="center">and not become a house divided.</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-69777350229504947332010-07-11T11:37:00.000-07:002010-07-11T11:39:46.412-07:00<div align="center">The Lord is my light and my salvation.</div><div align="center">Of whom shall I fear?</div><div align="center">The Lord is the strength of my life.</div><div align="center">Of whom shall I be afraid?</div><div align="center">When the wicked-- even my enemies</div><div align="center"> and my foes--came upon me to eat up my flesh,</div><div align="center">they stumbled and fell.</div><div align="center">Though a host should encamp </div><div align="center">against me,my heart shall not fear:</div><div align="center">though war should rise against me,</div><div align="center">in this will I be confident.</div><div align="center">One thing have I desired of the Lord</div><div align="center">is that will I seek after;</div><div align="center">that I may dwell in the house </div><div align="center">of the Lord</div><div align="center">all the days of my life,</div><div align="center">to behold the beauty of the Lord</div><div align="center">,and to inquire in his temple.<br /> Psalm 27: 1-5</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-23699351141214577502010-07-08T10:52:00.000-07:002010-07-08T10:54:50.630-07:00<div align="center">Well you know me liked that quote</div><div align="center"> so much had to use it twice to</div><div align="center"> remind myself about painting a </div><div align="center">happy picture for today</div><div align="center"> no matter how I may feel. </div><div align="center">I love you all and pray your</div><div align="center"> painting for today my be</div><div align="center"> full of color and memories</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-46931891017965443442010-07-08T10:51:00.000-07:002010-07-08T10:52:01.904-07:00<div align="center">Each day is a new canvas to paint upon. </div><div align="center">Make sure your picture is full of life</div><div align="center"> and happiness, and at the end</div><div align="center"> of the day you don't look at it </div><div align="center">and wish you had painted</div><div align="center"> something different.</div><div align="center"> Author Unknown </div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-25985536705893074762010-07-04T15:34:00.000-07:002010-07-04T15:40:37.068-07:00<div align="center">Have your ever felt like sharing and just don't know how?</div><div align="center"> That would be me. </div><div align="center">Sometimes I think I have nothing to share</div><div align="center"> and then there are times when I am afraid to. </div><div align="center">Today is the 4th of July and always</div><div align="center"> before their were things to do not today. </div><div align="center">It is Sunday and no one is awake at 4:45 pm. </div><div align="center">Nice... and better than last year.</div><div align="center"> Accident with tempers flaring</div><div align="center"> and angry words said. </div><div align="center">Peoples lives change and so did mine. </div><div align="center">Today I am thankful for a peaceful </div><div align="center">Sunday</div><div align="center"> in which to attend church </div><div align="center">and be with my animals. </div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-32260573133122643762010-07-04T15:31:00.000-07:002010-07-04T15:33:45.652-07:00<div align="center">Good things happen when </div><div align="center">you least expect them to !!!!!!!! </div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-23156703249133082592010-07-03T06:07:00.000-07:002010-07-03T06:13:19.820-07:00<div align="center"><a title="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKVGcehiWE5kLoie0PhSk-WA7HvyLjBp2IvRM_p1vge9cGd_VWnS4Yy7p28iotNhskIjLW0mBzGhvNjqHRwlPLvXU2DiheMe-8nMfN8SUqeIiRCGb2mCV06NM_6ZTcnRKQK1hcSNgZFu0/s1600/1+security.jpg" href="http://www.facebook.com/note_redirect.php?note_id=388563563795&h=abb9506b16d065118da15b0babd2cda8&url=http%3A%2F%2F4.bp.blogspot.com%2F_Vtwwtcswl1I%2FS9sL2gc04XI%2FAAAAAAAAH7g%2FQcpNhvaJS38%2Fs1600%2F1%2Bsecurity.jpg" target="_blank"></a>HANDY LITTLE CHART GOD HAS A POSITIVE ANSWER:</div><div align="center"> YOU SAYGOD SAYS BIBLE VERSES </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">You say: 'It's impossible'</div><div align="center">God says: All things are possible ( Luke 18:27)</div><div align="center"> You say: 'I'm too tired' </div><div align="center">God says: I will give you rest ( Matthew 11:28-30)</div><div align="center"> You say: 'Nobody really loves me' </div><div align="center">God says: I love you ( John 3:1 6 & John 3:34 )</div><div align="center"> You say: 'I can't go on' </div><div align="center">God says: My grace is sufficient(II Corinthians 12:9 & Psalm 91:15)</div><div align="center"> You say: 'I can't figure things out' </div><div align="center">God says: I will direct your steps(Proverbs 3:5- 6) </div><div align="center">You say: 'I can't do it' </div><div align="center">God says: You can do all things ( Philippians 4:13) </div><div align="center">You say: 'I'm not able' </div><div align="center">God says: I am able(II Corinthians 9:8) </div><div align="center">You say: 'It's not worth it'</div><div align="center">God says: It will be worth it (Roman 8:28 ) </div><div align="center">You say: 'I can't forgive myself' </div><div align="center">God says: I Forgive you (I John 1:9 & Romans 8:1)</div><div align="center"> You say: 'I can't manage'</div><div align="center"> God says: I will supply all your needs ( Philippians 4:19)</div><div align="center"> You say: 'I'm afraid'</div><div align="center">God says: I have not given you a spirit of fear ( II Timothy 1:7)</div><div align="center"> You say: 'I'm always worried and frustrated' </div><div align="center">God says: Cast all your cares on ME (I Peter 5:7) </div><div align="center">You say: 'I'm not smart enough'</div><div align="center"> God says: I give you wisdom (I Corinthians 1:30)</div><div align="center"> You say: 'I feel all alone' </div><div align="center">God says: I will never leave you or forsake you (Hebrews 13 5)</div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-47476973306762486002010-07-02T06:12:00.000-07:002010-07-02T06:13:48.522-07:00<div align="center">Each day is a new canvas to paint upon. </div><div align="center">Make sure your picture is full of life</div><div align="center"> and happiness, and at the end </div><div align="center">of the day you don't look at it</div><div align="center"> and wish you had painted</div><div align="center"> something different.</div><div align="center"> Author Unknown </div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1850714800052801032.post-54125673596364376352010-07-01T07:11:00.000-07:002010-07-01T07:16:04.366-07:00<div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><em>…happy life begins with taking charge of our actions. </em></div><div align="center"><em>It means making the choice to act rather</em></div><div align="center"><em> than react to the whims of others…</em></div><div align="center"><em>It’s almost always the better path to </em></div><div align="center"><em>take the extra moment to consider </em></div><div align="center"><em>our response to others and to life, </em></div><div align="center"><em>and to act rather than react. </em></div><div align="center"><em>In that extra moment we have</em></div><div align="center"><em> the opportunity to hear God’s </em></div><div align="center"><em>soft voice and every time we make </em></div><div align="center"><em>the decision to listen to the softer </em></div><div align="center"><em>voice we will be able to </em></div><div align="center"><em>refrain from reacting. </em></div><div align="center"><em>God’ soft voice will guide us to do </em></div><div align="center"><em>the loving thing, to speak the kind word, </em></div><div align="center"><em>to walk away from the situations</em></div><div align="center"><em> that are escalating into ugly scenes<br /><br />Change your mind your life will follow</em>.<br /> Karen Casey pg 137<br /></div>Kathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13403847673652151981noreply@blogger.com1