<?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-1973765357134500790</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:01:38.996-07:00</updated><category term='Trials'/><category term='Serving'/><category term='Baptism'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Standards'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Fasting'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Repentance'/><category term='Challenges'/><category term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>Testimoments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-389637200870347866</id><published>2009-09-27T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:39:20.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Standards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>What a wonderful man ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYhDhiojBPA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYhDhiojBPA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-389637200870347866?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/389637200870347866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=389637200870347866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/389637200870347866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/389637200870347866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-wonderful-man.html' title='What a wonderful man ...'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-5159125871150230428</id><published>2009-09-27T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:36:30.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Pictures ... (wow it's been a long time, summer is crazy isn't it).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh82/anniemationsphotography/moses-2-12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-5159125871150230428?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5159125871150230428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=5159125871150230428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/5159125871150230428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/5159125871150230428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures-wow-its-been-long-time-summer.html' title='Pictures ... (wow it&apos;s been a long time, summer is crazy isn&apos;t it).'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-7133857522496428005</id><published>2009-05-28T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T06:10:35.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenges'/><title type='text'>Ask Why?  Get an answer.</title><content type='html'>I was driving the other day when I drove thru the inner part of a big city and saw a man on the sidewalk struggling with a shopping cart full of belongings.  I watched as he stumbled onto the grass and tried to catch a blanket that was falling out of his cart.  This scene isn't uncommon in this part of town and I started wondering why some of us were so blessed with the comforts of this world and why some had to struggle just to survive.  It wasn't very much further down the road, when I got my answer.  Just as the spirit does, a soft voice spoke to me, "For of him unto whom much is given much is required" D&amp;C 82:3 (the actual thoughts were, "to whom much is given much is expected.")  And the hymn "Because I have been given much" started to sing in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the weekend, this same message rang in my head numerous times as I looked at my family, my home and my life.  I feel so blessed and because of that I will do all that I can to serve the Lord.  It's not just lucky, it's a blessing and because of that I must always strive to turn the hearts of my children and myself to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a little side note:  We were watching a television show (my four year old and I) and someone mentioned "heaven".  My little lady turned to me and said, "HEY!  We know Heaven."  Aren't we glad :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-7133857522496428005?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7133857522496428005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=7133857522496428005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/7133857522496428005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/7133857522496428005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2009/05/ask-why-get-answer.html' title='Ask Why?  Get an answer.'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-4947928849508390108</id><published>2009-05-18T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:46:07.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>A picture is worth a thousand words (adding a few won't hurt anything!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh82/anniemationsphotography/words.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-4947928849508390108?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4947928849508390108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=4947928849508390108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/4947928849508390108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/4947928849508390108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2009/05/picture-is-worth-thousand-words-adding.html' title='A picture is worth a thousand words (adding a few won&apos;t hurt anything!)'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-9201891635739602318</id><published>2009-04-17T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:45:34.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Temple Day and Little Learners . . .</title><content type='html'>Today was my trip to the temple.  I have been trying to start each day with a little bit of quiet time and scriptures before the hustle and bustle of the day.  This morning I read &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/dc/76"&gt;D&amp;amp;C 76&lt;/a&gt;.  I read it thru a couple of times because I enjoyed it so much.  (this will come into play later on in the story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the temple . . . I was able to go with a dear friend that is another leader serving in Young Women's with me.  We decided to do initiatory work (for more on the ordinances performed in the temple&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=ae2bba12dc825110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt; click here&lt;/a&gt;).   We were given a list of five names and directed through the ordinances (this was my first time doing it on behalf of those who have passed on).  As I sat by myself I looked at those names, I looked at the dates and was amazed by how long ago they walked this earth.  I thought that they have been waiting a long time to have their work done . . . and how happy they must be . . . and then I remembered the scripture I had read this morning in which Joseph Smith received revelation in regards to the kingdoms of heaven.  "Behold these are they who died without law; who received not the testimony of Jesus in the flesh, but afterwards received it.  These are they who are honorable men of the earth, who were blinded by the craftiness of men." (&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/search?search=D%26C+76%3A+72-75&amp;amp;do=Search"&gt;D&amp;amp;C 72, 74-75&lt;/a&gt;) and I smiled.  I closed my eyes and listened to the quiet voices of those called to serve the Lord in the temple and KNEW there was no other place I needed to be, but there.  I LOVE the temple and I will make it a goal to visit AT LEAST monthly.  What a renewed desire and a clear view of what this life is all about.  It's about the next life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this afternoon I was starting a project (painting an old door) and while I was painting my four year old wanted to come out and take part of the good weather (that has been hiding from us for so long) by riding her bike in the garage.  I carried her bike down and turned to hoist it over the can of paint thinking I MUST tell her to walk the other way, when I had the feeling . . . "if you want her to go the other way, you must go that way too . . . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped her climb on her bike and knelt down next to the door and that smile that overcame me in the temple was back, I KNEW this was a testimoment.  If we are to teach our children the way to go, we must walk that way ourselves.  We can't tell them to "go that way" as we trail off down a different path.  The Lord and his prophets have counseled us to teach our children by example.  How could I expect her to go a different way when I took a shorter but much more dangerous route myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly grateful for the Lord and His hand in my life and in turn I will make sure that my children know of His hand in their lives also.  They may at times choose that shorter path, BUT aren't we grateful for Christ's atonement to take off the stains the can of paint can leave, and truly grateful for the knowledge of that gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-9201891635739602318?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9201891635739602318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=9201891635739602318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/9201891635739602318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/9201891635739602318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2009/04/temple-day-and-little-learners.html' title='Temple Day and Little Learners . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-7538906159173899179</id><published>2009-04-13T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:26:53.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Easter and the Atonement . . .</title><content type='html'>I love Easter, I love Conference.  I have to say that conference is one of my FAVORITE things in this world.  I love to hear the words of the Prophet and those called to serve the Lord.  I love to have my testimony feed by their testimonies.  I had questions and I received direct answers.  My husband and I had prayed the night before for a specific answer and I can truly say that while listening to conference it seemed as if President Monson turned directly to me and said, "you will find peace in the Temple".  My husband and I were both sitting on the couch and looked at each other.  We both felt that this was our answer and we will be going to the house of the Lord soon to seek that peace we have been yearning for.  I am so~ grateful to have a Lord who KNOWS us and who loves us.  I am so~ grateful for temples and the sacred ordinances we are blessed to partake of when we attend.  I am so~ grateful to be a member of the church during the last days where the gospel presence is strong on the Earth and I am not left to wonder too long, as the answers are there.  I am grateful and I am blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-7538906159173899179?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7538906159173899179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=7538906159173899179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/7538906159173899179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/7538906159173899179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-and-atonement.html' title='Easter and the Atonement . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-203351750710492956</id><published>2009-03-24T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:17:28.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Standards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Video Provided by the Church . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-x_-TQivCx8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-x_-TQivCx8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-203351750710492956?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/203351750710492956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=203351750710492956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/203351750710492956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/203351750710492956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2009/03/video-provided-by-church.html' title='Video Provided by the Church . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-658059271225132984</id><published>2009-03-18T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:24:43.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Let the "Son" shine in . . .</title><content type='html'>It has been too long since I have recorded my testimoments.  I have been running crazy lately and haven't had the time to relax and listen for them.  My mother and I were talking and she said, "are you being a mother at least 80% of the time?" And I could easily answer "no".  My life has become quite hectic and I have made changes to try and slow things down, BUT I learned something wonderful this morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was sick.  I had the nasty cough and cold that has been going around.  While I knew that all my body needed was some rest, I was overwhelmed with work (photography) and couldn't find time to both take care of my family and accomplish the work I needed to.  Therefore I spent every night last week up late working.  I try to do work after the kids are in bed, so I can focus on them during the day.  But because of my late nights, I wasn't very motivated during the day and therefore, getting sicker by the minute.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the weather has been beautiful . . . the sun has been shining and things are starting to turn green.  I kept thinking that I should be feeling better because of the sun and warmth, but I just couldn't figure out why I wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to bed early (YAY!) and in return woke up early to have my own personal scripture study before I woke up my little ladies (which I had been bypassing due to my previous late nights)  I was able to take that time to return to Him.  I prayed in silence and started the day right.  After finishing my scripture study I went into the kitchen and opened up the curtains wide to let the sun in and had a "moment" (testimoment).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the sun and warm weather has been there all along for the past couple of days (even maybe a week) I haven't taken the time to let it in.  I have been tired and distracted and forgot to open my curtains and let the light in.  Oh how this is applied to my life.  I have been so busy making plans, trying to catch up and just surviving to let the Son in.  I forgot that He is the source of all things good and that if I want to feel better I need to turn to Him and let Him in, as He is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be as simple as opening my curtains to see that He is there.  He IS there and His light is beautiful, warm, and healing.  We just need to make sure we are taking the steps to let Him into our lives and homes.  I am grateful for the moments I have been given and the opportunity to receive them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-658059271225132984?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/658059271225132984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=658059271225132984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/658059271225132984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/658059271225132984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-son-shine-in.html' title='Let the &quot;Son&quot; shine in . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-3885291086525240824</id><published>2009-02-24T12:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:38:27.949-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Oldies but Goodies . . .</title><content type='html'>My cousin posted these videos on his facebook account and they are great reminders that the things that were true in the 1970's are still true today . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxZ_tgWETZE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RxZ_tgWETZE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-3885291086525240824?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3885291086525240824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=3885291086525240824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/3885291086525240824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/3885291086525240824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2009/02/oldies-but-goodies.html' title='Oldies but Goodies . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-3244910505291843597</id><published>2009-02-17T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:44:30.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Hate is a strong word and life is a long time . . .</title><content type='html'>With all this crazy weather lately (a lot of snow where I am) I hear a lot of people talking about how they HATE winter.  (Mostly my hubby).  And I find myself saying, "don't say that . . .  can't we find something we like about it because Hate is a strong word and Life is a long time.  So it would be sad to take an entire season of each year and hate it."  My hubby just laughs at me (because I don't think he REALLY hates it) but I have decided in my life that I won't hate anything.  Why waste a portion of life or a part of this world that the Lord has created for us with bad feelings.  Have we not heard "there is beauty all around"?  Now while there are parts of life, I do not necessarily enjoy I have tried to prevent myself from saying that I hate something (and especially someone).  When life is so long (and eternity even longer!) I don't want to rule out that someday I will enjoy or even LOVE the very thing I was tempted to "hate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that when you say you "hate" something, it seems to become a part of who you are.  Like say, I hate broccoli (which I don't, but I know a few children who may say this).  What if I always said that I hated it.  I turned it down whenever it was offered to me, I started to see it in the store and make disgusting faces, I turned down meals that included it and then I just decided that me . . . I hate broccoli.  Think of the great meals that may be missed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this, decide that broccoli isn't my favorite thing right now, but let's not say we hate it.  Let's not make it a part of who we are.  Let's not rule it out.  Because like mushrooms to a child, the taste may gross you out but it may grow on you and you may love them when your "taste buds" mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not find joy and greatness in EVERYTHING!  Why not look for a reason to LOVE the snow instead of hating it.  Look at the beauty it creates, look at the simple life you live when "snowed in".  Look at the joy in your children's eyes when you make a snow fort or snowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for some things our "taste buds" haven't matured to the beauty something beholds.  So don't rule it out, find the beauty in everything and everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-3244910505291843597?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3244910505291843597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=3244910505291843597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/3244910505291843597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/3244910505291843597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2009/02/hate-is-strong-word-and-life-is-long.html' title='Hate is a strong word and life is a long time . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-1610239593502927264</id><published>2009-01-26T06:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:08:31.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Picture Testimoment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh82/anniemationsphotography/remember.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-1610239593502927264?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1610239593502927264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=1610239593502927264' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/1610239593502927264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/1610239593502927264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2009/01/photobucket.html' title='Picture Testimoment'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-5918955811139891132</id><published>2009-01-23T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:15:50.991-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenges'/><title type='text'>The White Rose~</title><content type='html'>I have had the opportunity over the past few days to do some work for a WonDeRfuL family who I first considered clients but now consider friends.  Their dear daughter gave birth to a little man who lived for only a few weeks and then returned home to our Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wonderful family shared a story with me, that I'd like to share with you (and keep for my family to read later on).  It's called The White Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White Rose~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the earth's mothers and fathers were gathered together at God's garden of flowers: those beautiful budding spirits, who would someday come to earth, were nurtured and tended in the garden.  A loving Father spoke to the mothers and fathers:  "See the works of my hands; someday you will be the parents of those radiant spirits."  The garden glowed with the mixture of all kinds and colors.  "Choose Ye," He said.  Now in the east corner of the garden, pure, white roses stood as sentinels.  They were not so colorful as the rest, but glowed with a kind of purity which set them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one mothers and fathers stepped forward.  "I want the blue-eyed, curly-haired one, who will grow to maturity and be a mother in Zion.  Yet another chose a brown-eyed, brown-haired boy full of life and love who would someday be a prince in a grand country.  The garden buzzed with excitement as the others chose their own special spirits, those whom they would soon welcome into the warmth and love of an earthly home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the loving father spoke, "But who will take the white roses, the ones in the east corner of the garden.  These will return to me in purity and goodness.  They will not stay long in your home, for I must bring them back to my Garden for they belong with me; but they will gain bodies as we planned.  You will miss them and long for them, but I will personally care for them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not I," many said in unison.  "I could not bear to give one back so soon."  "Nor I," said others.  "We will take those who will remain and grow to maturity and live long lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loving Father looked out across the multitude of mothers and fathers with the longing in His eyes for someone to step forward.  He then said, "See the most pure and perfect of all the white ones?  I choose Him;  He will go down and be a sacrifice for all mankind.  He will be scorned, mocked, and crucified. He is mine own.  Will not anyone choose like unto Him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few mothers stepped forward.  "Yes, Lord, I will."  Then a few fathers said, "I as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon all the pure, white roses were taken; and they rejoiced in the choices of the mothers and the fathers.  The Father spoke again: "Oh, blessed are you who chose the white roses, for your pain will be a heavy cross to bear; but your joy will be exceeding beyond anything you can understand at this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white ones embraced their mothers and fathers; so full was their purity and love that it filled their souls with such endearment.  Each mother and father knew they could endure the task.  And the greatest of all the white ones gathered them as a hen gathers her chicks, and the outpouring love surrounded each mother, father, and child, consuming all the white ones as He prepared them for their task.  And each mother and father who bore the weight of the white rose would feel the overwhelming love of God as they all shouted, "Thy will be done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; There is a great talk or discussion by Bruce R. McConkie in which he addressed the gospel and how it pertains to infants/children who return home &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=43695991d66db010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;SALVATION OF LITTLE CHILDREN&lt;/a&gt; in this discussion he quotes Joseph Smith, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“The Lord takes many away, even in infancy, that they may escape the envy of man, and the sorrows and evils of this present world; they were too pure, too lovely, to live on earth.” (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joseph Smith Teachings, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pp. 196–97.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My love and prayers go out to this wonderful family and any other that has endured such trials.  I honor you and know that thru Christ families can be together forever.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-5918955811139891132?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5918955811139891132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=5918955811139891132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/5918955811139891132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/5918955811139891132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2009/01/white-rose.html' title='The White Rose~'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-8686480197350053200</id><published>2009-01-20T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:58:43.449-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fasting'/><title type='text'>A Family Fast . . .</title><content type='html'>My youngest princess is going to be ONE next month and I have been reflecting on her birth and the miracles that came our way.  Our little "bean" was 4 weeks early (3 weeks 5 days to be exact) and while that is not extremely early, something wasn't right.  She had sudden &lt;a href="http://www.aafp.org/afp/20040401/1707.html"&gt;Shoulder Dystocia&lt;/a&gt; (which I didn't know just how bad it was until I read that link, and am now VERY thankful for a talented Midwife who seemed as calm as could be).   When she was born she wasn't responsive and they had to do some breathing things to get her breathing.  She was just limp, it was the scariest thing I have ever experienced.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our little princess was rushed off to be checked and see if she needed to go to the NICU, which they decided she did.  My husband (oh how hard this was on him) and my dad gave her a blessing and off she went.  I had the baby on Monday and I could barely keep my eyes open thru Wednesday, not my regular way, I am usually up and walking around later that day.  The baby on the other hand hadn't even opened her eyes.  They kept asking me about a virus I had a few months before the baby (just a little cold).  Because they couldn't figure out why she was sooooo sleepy.  They said they gave her an iv in her head and she didn't even flinch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday came and it was time for me to go home, but not my baby :(  What a hard time that is!  I was pumping and giving them milk, but she was still tube feeding because she was not awake at all to eat.  There wasn't any rooms available at the hospital so I had to leave her there and go home.  What a sad feeling.  Helpless really.  You can't hold her, you can't show her off to friends and family, so different than my other babies, you can't help her, you just pray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With this, my husband called his Grandpa and asked if the family could have a fast on behalf of our new baby.  His Grandpa has been such a great example to us and there was no question that the family would pull together to support us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday Morning I got ready and head out for a day at the hospital (they called and said that they had a room also, so I could stay).  I walked into the NICU room #1 (reserved for the sickest babies) and there was my BABY and I mean a BABY, she was out of the box, dressed in clothes, wrapped in a blanket in a regular bed like all my other babies were!  It was amazing!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I held her, feed her, cuddled her, she was a real baby (sure I knew she was a real baby before but it was so different when you couldn't even touch her, just look at her in the little box).  And from there she improved with flying colors.  It still took almost one more week for us to get her home, but there is no reason to rush . . . make sure everything is okay first.  She went home without any oxygen, or beeping machines, she came home and has been PERFECT and active ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have always had a hard time with fasting (I have blood sugar issues and have to snack all day) and I just feel so hungry when they say you can't eat (doesn't make a lot of sense, he he). But this was a confirmation to me that fasting and prayer DOES work and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MIRACLES&lt;/span&gt; can come from those acts of faith.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful to a family who knows where to turn when times are tough (and when times are FABULOUS!  C.S. Lewis says, "and his feasts would be as Christian as his fasts.")  I am grateful to the healing power of the priesthood and the gift it is in my life to have worthy men who honor it.  And I am grateful for the responsibility to raise children of God and the assistance he gives me so I may raise them up to yearn to return to Him.&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/1973765357134500790-8686480197350053200?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8686480197350053200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=8686480197350053200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh82/anniemationsphotography/5085.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-5940326525488143537?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5940326525488143537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=5940326525488143537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/5940326525488143537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/5940326525488143537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2009/01/idaho-falls-temple.html' title='Idaho Falls Temple . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-1025569049298031229</id><published>2009-01-05T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:26:50.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Standards'/><title type='text'>2009 Mutual Theme</title><content type='html'>Being that I am in Young Women's and Love the New 2009 Theme . . .&lt;br /&gt;"Be Thou an Example of the Believers, in word, in conversation, in charity, in spirit, in faith, in purity."   1 Timothy 4:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share this great website the church has for the youth and this theme.&lt;br /&gt;Check it Out and Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click Here &lt;a href="http://abrandnewyear.lds.org/index.html"&gt;A BRAND NEW YEAR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-1025569049298031229?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1025569049298031229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=1025569049298031229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/1025569049298031229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/1025569049298031229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-mutual-theme.html' title='2009 Mutual Theme'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-6197716125391830534</id><published>2008-12-18T10:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T11:37:40.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Repentance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Endure to the End . . .</title><content type='html'>We have experienced something over the past few days that gives me a whole new perspective to the Lord's counsel to "endure to the end".  A loved and cherished son of God decided to take his life on Tuesday.  He seemed to be such a happy and well person and the shock from the tragedy has left everyone confused and saddened.  While out shoveling snow, I could not take my mind off of it and kept thinking about what on earth could have made him do this?  I don't understand.  Then I got the message &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/prov/3/5#5"&gt;"lean not unto thine own understanding."&lt;/a&gt;  This didn't give me full peace, but a dose of, "hey we aren't always going to understand everything".  As I started to think more (as this seems to be taking over a lot of my thoughts) I started thinking that the command or the commandment from the Lord to simply "endure to the end" is truly all we can do sometimes.  When things seem like they will never get better, like there is no way out . . . Just Survive.  Just live. Just ENDURE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin's conference talk &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;locale=0&amp;sourceId=b5f44bb52a73d110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;hideNav=1"&gt;"Come What May and Love it"&lt;/a&gt;, he counseled on the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Principle of Compensation:  The Lord compensates the faithful for every loss. That which is taken away from those who love the Lord will be added unto them in His own way. While it may not come at the time we desire, the faithful will know that every tear today will eventually be returned a hundredfold with tears of rejoicing and gratitude."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayers and heart go out to the family at this time.  I pray that they may find peace and some sort of understanding, whether it be ours or the Lords.  I pray that we may remember to endure, hold on, the light will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elder Bruce R. McConkie (1915–85) of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles: “Suicide consists in the voluntary and intentional taking of one’s own life, particularly where the person involved is accountable and has a sound mind. … Persons subject to great stresses may lose control of themselves and become mentally clouded to the point that they are no longer accountable for their acts.  It should … be remembered that judgment is the Lord’s; he knows the thoughts, intents, and abilities of men; and he in his infinite wisdom will make all things right in due course.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the loving man we all remembered will be the memories we hold onto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;locale=0&amp;sourceId=e9cf8b5c1dbdb010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&amp;hideNav=1"&gt;"Suicide:  Some Things We Know, and Some We Do Not"&lt;/a&gt; great talk given my M. Russell Ballard of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-6197716125391830534?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6197716125391830534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=6197716125391830534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/6197716125391830534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/6197716125391830534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-we-have-experienced-something-over.html' title='Endure to the End . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-7477999251422008117</id><published>2008-12-17T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:07:21.948-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Picture Testimoment . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh82/anniemationsphotography/family.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-7477999251422008117?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7477999251422008117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=7477999251422008117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/7477999251422008117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/7477999251422008117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-testimoment.html' title='Picture Testimoment . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-3523920430286035187</id><published>2008-12-11T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:02:59.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Standards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Seat Belt Warning . . .</title><content type='html'>Ok so before I post this little "testimoment" I must say . . . that yes, I do look at everything with a bit of a spiritual eye.  Because ya know what . . . if you do, you will see things and learn things that you never would have . . . so with that "disclaimer" here I go . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday I was leaving church in my FABULOUS minivan, and as I pulled out of the parking lot I noticed that the seat belt warning BEEP wasn't . . . well . . . beeping.  Normally my seat belt warning goes off like every 2 seconds until you can't stand it anymore and you put your seat belt on.  I have felt very silly driving my daughter down the road to the bus stop with my seat belt on, but I CAN'T STAND the beeping!  So I give in and buckle up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as I was leaving I hadn't buckled up and noticed that there was silence.  At first I thought, OH JOY, but then as I approached the stop sign, I started to feel less joyful.  I started to feel like, do I really have to have it beep at me in order to be safe?  Can't I just CHOOSE to be safe without this glorious car beeping at me?  So I reached over and buckled up my safety belt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here comes the "testimoment".  Do we need that constant beep reminding us to be safe?  Do we need to be reminded all the time in order to protect ourselves from the evils of the world?  YES . . . without that beeping to remind us to put on our "armor" our "safety belts" we forget to.  What are our spiritual warnings?  What are the things that you use in your life to remind you to "armor" up?  Church, Scriptures, Prophets, Prayer . . . that's right all the typical primary answers.  So for those of us who feel like, well why do I need to go to Church when I already learned it all?  I already know what I am supposed to do . . . Because we need to be reminded daily (hourly for me!) that we are riding along in this troubled world and we need to protect ourselves (especially at high speeds!) from the dangers of the world.  And unless you are so strong that you can remember every second to "put on your seat belt" we need those "beeps" to remind us to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you are driving along and that darned seat belt just keeps beeping at you, don't buckle it behind your back, don't disconnect the fuse, BUCKLE UP!  Protect yourself and remember that the Lord is at "home" and wants you to return to him, just like your family is waiting at home wanting you to return to them.  So "buckle up" so to speak and know that those beeps are only there to help you be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive carefully and know that everyone else out there on the "road" is just trying to get home too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-3523920430286035187?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3523920430286035187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=3523920430286035187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/3523920430286035187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/3523920430286035187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2008/12/seat-belt-warning.html' title='Seat Belt Warning . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-6725441330285263880</id><published>2008-12-02T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:24:37.814-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Heaven on Earth . . .</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking often about my family and what I need to do to improve it.  I hear quotes and comments about how "this is the time" when my littles are little.  Celebrate it, enjoy it.  So I want to.  So I have been using a road map to make this Holiday Season a fun and memorable one, to start family traditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the first night of our "adventure".  I purchased a "project" from the relief society super Saturday.  It was a darling ribbon with 24 tiny mis-matched socks to use as an advent calendar.  I then used ideas from my hubby's aunt's book &lt;a href="http://deseretbook.com/store/product/5016836"&gt;PHENOMENAL FAMILY&lt;/a&gt; to create some activities we could do each day to make memories and I put one activity per day until Christmas in each sock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first one was a Family Home Evening Lesson.  We also made popcorn (by using our stir crazy and taking off the lid, the kids LOVED how it flew all over the room and it's a memory I have from when I was little.)  I had then been to the Library and picked up some Christmas themed children's books and wrapped them up, so the kids could pick one to read.  As I sat there listening to my oldest daughter read this book and to see my 3 year old sitting practically on her lap eating popcorn off the floor.  I had to take a moment to take it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around the room . . . the Christmas Lights, the overly decorated tree, the nativity on the mantel, the popcorn ALL over the floor and the girls huddled together reading a book . . . I thought, "this is what heaven is like".  This is what they are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my Lord for the ability to have pieces of Heaven here on Earth.  Granted the moment was short lived as the girls argued over who got to take the book to their room, it was Peace on Earth for me for but a moment and I'll take it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-6725441330285263880?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6725441330285263880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=6725441330285263880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/6725441330285263880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/6725441330285263880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2008/12/heaven-on-earth.html' title='Heaven on Earth . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-6057652410419472725</id><published>2008-11-25T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T13:16:54.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenges'/><title type='text'>Where you are supposed to be . . .</title><content type='html'>Last week was a crazy one.  I had a million things to get done and only a short amount of time to get it done in.  I was preparing for an out of town trip to photograph a wedding in another state.  The bride was my husband's cousin so we were invited to the temple sealing.  Since the birth of my third daughter I haven't made it to the temple (naughty!) so I needed to meet with the bishop and stake president to renew my recommend.  So on the Sunday before I meet with the Bishop, check!  Now to meet with the Stake President.  He is at the Stake Center every Tuesday evening from 7-9 pm to renew recommends.  And of course, I have procrastinated to the last Tuesday before the wedding.  I had it all planned out when . . . WHAT . . . things didn't go as planned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a photo shoot that went longer than expected and found myself speeding up the freeway trying to make it in time.  As I exited the freeway I realized there was no way I was going to make it up to the Stake Center in time.  So . . . someone crept into my mind and started saying, well I guess I just won't go in and I'll meet them when they get out, it's my own fault and I can't ask the Stake Presidency to meet me a different time due to my procrastination.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then prompted by someone :) to call my mother and ask her advice (being that my dad is a bishop, I thought they may know a thing or two about this subject).  She said you call and you get there!  She was very sure in her answer.  So I said, how!  She said to contact the Stake Executive Secretary . . . ummmm ok, don't know him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called my husband to see if he could find my stake directory in the pile of papers on my desk.  He said he would search (what a man!)  I then called my Young Women President thinking she may have the number closer.  She had the number for the Stake Center Office, and just as I hung up with her, my dear man called me with the Brother's name and guess what I knew him!  Yay!  He was in our Ward and his daughters are in young women's with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called the office and spoke with the Brother and he decided that we could maybe have a member of the Presidency sneak out from their meeting (that they hold after the recommend interviews) and interview with me.  I promised him I was good so I wouldn't take very long, he he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got there and yes, 30 minutes late.  But I came to this realization . . . we can ALWAYS find an excuse not to go, a reason we aren't able to make it, BUT the important thing is we need to find the REASONS TO BE THERE!  The motivation to be where we are supposed to be.  He did say, "It wouldn't be easy, but it WOULD be worth it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-6057652410419472725?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6057652410419472725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=6057652410419472725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/6057652410419472725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/6057652410419472725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-you-are-supposed-to-be.html' title='Where you are supposed to be . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-7736440792171825340</id><published>2008-11-17T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:43:18.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Repentance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baptism'/><title type='text'>A Perfect Baptism . . .</title><content type='html'>When my daughter turned eight we were very excited for her baptism.  We had made our programs, scheduled our speakers and planned refreshments.  But . . . things didn't quite go as planned.  When we arrived at the church (the stake center wasn't available because the rusted pipes made the water brown) it was locked.  So we waited in the parking lot for 30 minutes until someone arrived to unlock the doors.  When we got there the font was empty.  We had to fill up the font and the water didn't get warm until it was half way full.   The closet that had the baptism clothes in it was locked and once again, no one was around to unlock it.  So my hubby had to run home and grab his temple clothes so we could perform the baptism.&lt;br /&gt;As time got closer to the baptism, my daughter's biological father and his family arrived.  They brought friends and filled up the front four rows.  But . . . no one from the ward had arrived.  My father is a bishop so I asked him if he could "preside" over the baptism.  He was pretty sure that it needed to be someone who presided over that ward, not just any bishop.  We had heard that the relief society was having a meeting in the gym, so we snuck a peek and noticed that the Stake President was attending.&lt;br /&gt;So at the last minute, my mother and I were wandering the halls trying to figure out what to do and I said, "nothing is going right".  And my mother responded with, "Baptism is a big deal, Satan is trying his best".  This affected me greatly.  I changed my whole outlook on the situation and thought, "well I won't let him get me down!"  So we found the Stake President and asked him to join us for my daughter's baptism.&lt;br /&gt;As the program began I started to understand more of why things hadn't gone our way.  The first four rows were filled with people whom I hadn't seen in a long time.  People that had seen me at some of my worst times.  People I used to call family and friends.  I had the wonderful opportunity to stand before them, my family and my beautiful daughter and bear my testimony about the beauty of the atonement and the baptismal covenants that I took when I was eight years old.  I was able to stand there and bear witness to them that thru the atonement and repentance I have been able to turn my life around and to enjoy the blessings of the gospel once again.  No one in this world knew more of the things I had done then these people, therefore for them to see me testify of the gift of the atonement was monumental.&lt;br /&gt;Then to watch my husband, my eternal companion, take my daughter as his own and baptize her in the name of Jesus Christ, I had an understanding of why Satan wouldn't want this to take place.&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't have gone any better.  It was a perfect baptism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-7736440792171825340?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7736440792171825340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=7736440792171825340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/7736440792171825340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/7736440792171825340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2008/11/perfect-baptism.html' title='A Perfect Baptism . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-3931291525420578972</id><published>2008-11-12T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:34:57.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Pictures Testimoments</title><content type='html'>Being that I am a photographer, I want to also use this blog to post pictures that build my testimony.  This first picture is one I LOVE, it's of my little girl preparing for her baptism and just speaks to me.  I feel the future in the picture.  This little daughter of Heavenly Father looking up to Heaven in her dress of white.  From this point on when I post pictures I won't really "say" much about them, just feel what you do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh82/anniemationsphotography/holly-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-3931291525420578972?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3931291525420578972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=3931291525420578972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/3931291525420578972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/3931291525420578972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures-testimoments.html' title='Pictures Testimoments'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-2388140304033751239</id><published>2008-10-30T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:38:21.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>The small spiritual experiences . . .</title><content type='html'>It is through our every day life that we can find ways to build our testimonies.  It doesn't have to be a big set up.  I LOVE to seek these small experiences out.  I love the day to day life that the Lord has given me and the small moments that impact my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was sick, not just feeling low, but sick, couldn't get out of bed.  My oldest daughter came home from a Halloween party and immediately sprung to action and took care of me.  She brought me an ice cold glass of water after I threw up saying, "I always like when you bring me a glass of water to get that taste out of my mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept giving me "distant" hugs (no one wants this sick).  And when it came time to tuck her in, we had to have our prayer at my bedside instead of hers.  It was her turn to say the prayer and while she was praying she said, "we ask a special prayer tonight to bless that mom will get feeling better so she can have a fun Halloween."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet of her to think of me and how much fun I want to have.  So after sleeping most of the night I woke up this morning feeling a bit better (I could at least get out of bed).  I went downstairs to wake her up for school (of course we have to get up extra early today to get her costume and Halloween make-up on).  And the first thing she asks is, "How are you feeling?"  I reply that I am feeling a lot better and she says, "See my prayer worked!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason the Lord requires us to be like &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/matt/18/3#3"&gt;little children&lt;/a&gt; the faith and understanding that they have is so pure and real.  This was a reminder to me that children can also have testimony building moments at a young age when they exercise their faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for the gift of His children in my home and will seek continually to provide for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-2388140304033751239?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2388140304033751239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=2388140304033751239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/2388140304033751239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/2388140304033751239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2008/10/small-spiritual-experiences.html' title='The small spiritual experiences . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-8026262745687054721</id><published>2008-10-17T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:23:01.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>"I can't LIVE without you!"</title><content type='html'>When my husband and I first started dating I had turned my life over to the Lord, I literally stood on the back porch of my parents house and said, with my eyes facing the sun, "I can't do it, I can't do any of it, I need you to take over and guide me."&lt;br /&gt;And I tell you what, he did.  Ask and ye shall receive right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were many parts of our relationship that weren't typical dating etiquette but they were just what both us needed to KNOW that this was the right choice.  The eternal choice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't live without you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How romantic right?  When someone tells you this you just melt with a big blushing AWWWHHHHHH!  BUT . . . I tell you what, if this is a TRUE statement, not just a romantic blurb of words . . . beware.  I have been there, where someone truly claims to not be able to live without you.  While this may be fine and dandy as long as you want to be with them . . . but imagine this . . . you don't.  Not because they aren't a good person, not because they aren't worth your love, but because the person you have become when you are with them is not the person the Lord wants you to be and in order to get back on track you must remove yourself from the entire lifestyle you have been living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first meet my husband I had just come out of a long relationship in which my life and spirituality took backseat to the needs and wants of another person. Our relationship had become unhealthy for both of us and we both needed to move on and seek out happiness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best things my husband said to me while we were dating was this, "If we were to break up, I would be sad, but . . . I would be okay."  Now, some of you may be thinking, WHAT!  How romantic is that?  BUT to me, it was JUST WHAT I NEEDED TO HEAR! I had spent 6 years of my life with a person who HAD to be with me.  Who's life may possibly come to an end if I left.  This is no way to be in a relationship.  So this concept that this man didn't HAVE to be with me, he WANTED to be with me.  His life was just fine without me, but he felt it was better with me. He individually was a stable person who knew that his happiness did not depend on another human being.  I was thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why he said this, but I do . . .  I know that the Lord knew I needed to know that my life didn't have to take a backseat to this man's, we could walk together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a beautiful picture of two swans flying and it's titled "freely committed" (I NEED to find this picture) but it shows how they mate for life and when one is tired the other one flies in front to take the wind, and they switch back and forth, but while they may be able to take flight and leave the other swan they CHOOSE to be freely committed to one another and fly together.  I love this, they are not chained together, one is not dragging the other one, they are FREELY COMMITTED.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say that now that I have been married to my eternal companion for 6 years, I do REALLY like having him around and understand that we do become ONE when we are married, but the strength and happiness that we have comes from within ourselves and through the Lord and is NOT solely dependent on the actions of another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am FREELY COMMITTED, now that's romantic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-8026262745687054721?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8026262745687054721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=8026262745687054721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/8026262745687054721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/8026262745687054721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-live-without-you.html' title='&quot;I can&apos;t LIVE without you!&quot;'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-5374010965988393584</id><published>2008-10-07T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:23:16.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Repentance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trials'/><title type='text'>To The Bottom and Back . . .</title><content type='html'>When I was making the climb back out of my "hole" of sin and sorrow, I wrote a poem trying to explain what it felt like.  I titled it "To the Bottom and Back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it's like at the bottom of the sea?&lt;br /&gt;It's dark and dreary and you can barely see.&lt;br /&gt;The water's so cold and it eats at your skin.&lt;br /&gt;You can hardly breath and your oxygen's thin.&lt;br /&gt;The pressure upon you is like nothing you've known.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're with others, you feel all alone.&lt;br /&gt;There's beautiful wonders swimming right beside you&lt;br /&gt;but you can not see them, no matter what you do.&lt;br /&gt;You sink to the bottom and can't see the sun.&lt;br /&gt;You look at the sand and think . . . what have I done.&lt;br /&gt;You wonder if ever you'll see the light of day,&lt;br /&gt;but never start swimming, you just sit there and sway.&lt;br /&gt;You hope that a fisherman, out on a boat&lt;br /&gt;will notice you down there and keep you afloat.&lt;br /&gt;But no one can see you, they don't know you are there.&lt;br /&gt;So you have to start swimming, or you'll run out of air.&lt;br /&gt;So suddenly you decide to do something brave&lt;br /&gt;and swim for your life out of this watery grave.&lt;br /&gt;Your feet are so heavy and your heart feels the same.&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you are drowning in a sea full of shame.&lt;br /&gt;But you know you must go or you'll never be free.&lt;br /&gt;So you take that first step back to the edge of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;You swim with your arms, your legs and your heart.&lt;br /&gt;You know it's a long trip, but you need somewhere to start.&lt;br /&gt;The pressure starts to lessen and the water's not so cold&lt;br /&gt;then you embrace the sunlight, shinning yellow and gold.&lt;br /&gt;You start to swim faster and suddenly you find&lt;br /&gt;that your strong tribulations weren't one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;You find that your feet are as light as a feather&lt;br /&gt;and that you breath the sunlight that you will forever treasure.&lt;br /&gt;You burst through the waves, so cold and so blue&lt;br /&gt;to find family and friends waiting to help you.&lt;br /&gt;They rescue your body, your mind and your soul.&lt;br /&gt;You did it!  You made it!  What a glorious goal.&lt;br /&gt;They were there with their eyes full of gratuitous tears&lt;br /&gt;then you found that they shared your trials and fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is our sun, so bright and so true&lt;br /&gt;so always remember no matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;That the sea may look tempting on his sunny days&lt;br /&gt;but when you hit bottom, all that's left is the haze&lt;br /&gt;and wishing for sunlight and the cold emptiness&lt;br /&gt;so remember . . . KEEP SWIMMING . . . and he'll do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take it from me, for to the bottom I have been&lt;br /&gt;that Jesus the Christ, is a fisher of men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann Montgomery&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-5374010965988393584?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5374010965988393584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=5374010965988393584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/5374010965988393584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/5374010965988393584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-bottom-and-back.html' title='To The Bottom and Back . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-9200664455413311443</id><published>2008-10-06T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:58:14.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Repentance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trials'/><title type='text'>The Hole . . .</title><content type='html'>To explain to you about how one can have good intentions in helping someone, yet find themselves in just as much trouble. I like to explain my experience as 'THE HOLE'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you are walking along one day and you hear someone calling for help.  You follow their voice until you come upon a hole.  There they are sitting in this deep, dark hole.  You see that it is someone you care about dearly.  You ask if they are ok, they say they are fine but they can't get out.  So you look at the side of the hole and see there are divets and cranny's that they could use to climb out.  You start to point them out to them but they say they can't do that, they aren't strong enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you decide to go and get a rope.  You find a rope, tie it to a tree, and throw the other end down to the person in the hole.  You encourage them to climb out, but they don't think they can do it and don't even try, they say they aren't strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you are really concerned about them and how they will get out of this dark, dirty hole.  So you go and find a ladder.  You put the ladder down the hole and tell them to climb out.  They just sit.  They don't think they can do it.  You try and coax them out of the hole by telling them how warm and sunny it is outside of the hole, but they don't budge, they sit in their hole and won't come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this is someone you love and you want to help them YOU decide to go down in the hole and get them out.  So you slowly climb down each step until YOU reach the bottom of the hole, it's dark, cold, dirty and you can't even see the sun anymore from the top of the hole.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You grab their hand and say, "let's get out of here".  You give their arm a tug and they don't budge.  They say they can't do it.  You are going to have to CARRY THEM!  You try with all your might, but you are not strong enough to carry both of you up and out of the hole.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you sit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit in the hole with this person and while they are there with you, you feel all alone, cold and dirty.  So you decide (after a long while of sitting and getting dirty) that you are going to get out of the hole and in order to do this you must leave this person in the hole.  Because you aren't strong enough to carry both of you out, you barely have the strength to make the climb yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you say goodbye and you start to climb out of the hole, as you climb the sun starts to meet your skin, you start to get warmer and feel the wind in your hair and the freshness that it brings.  You make it to the top of the hole and embrace the daylight.  You look back and there sits your "friend" still in the hole, but now you understand that you can do whatever you can to help them, BUT YOU CAN'T CARRY THEM OUT OF THE HOLE.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have to get out of the hole by themselves, you can show them the way, you can encourage them, but DON'T GO IN THE HOLE to get them, you aren't strong enough.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Christ is the only one strong enough to carry us out of the hole.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-9200664455413311443?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9200664455413311443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=9200664455413311443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/9200664455413311443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/9200664455413311443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2008/10/hole.html' title='The Hole . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-1529037444951659320</id><published>2008-10-02T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:00:07.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trials'/><title type='text'>Low Visibility Ahead . . .</title><content type='html'>About a year and a half ago my husband had to work out of state for 6 months.  This was a very hard time in our lives.  He was living in an apartment 7 hours away from us.  We missed him greatly.  The girls and I went up to Montana to help him find an apartment and stay with him for a week as he got settled in.  Leaving him there was HORRIBLE!  Luckily we had met up with his parents in Idaho and they had my oldest so driving home it was just the baby (my now 3 year old) and me.  As I said goodbye to him knowing that he was going to not be living with us for 6 months I was overcome with emotions and just let the tears and pain fall.  While I was crying and feeling so low, lost, and alone thinking about what was I going home for, I was leaving "home" somewhere else.  What was I going to do when I got home to that empty house?  I was pleading with Heavenly Father to help me find peace and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;Just then there was a street sign that said, "LOW VISIBILITY AHEAD".  This hit me (not literally, thank heavens) and I found that comfort I was seeking.&lt;br /&gt;Even though at that moment my life and happiness was foggy and my visibility of the future was low . . . I KNEW that things would be okay.  &lt;br /&gt;We can't always see the big picture or the road before us but as long as we keep on the right road and exercise our Faith we will make it through the "low visibility" areas in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-1529037444951659320?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1529037444951659320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=1529037444951659320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/1529037444951659320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/1529037444951659320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2008/10/low-visibility-ahead.html' title='Low Visibility Ahead . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-1020285509945786379</id><published>2008-10-01T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:48:35.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Riders . . .</title><content type='html'>This is a double post from my photography blog but I must share these here too :)  Our YW/YM had the extraordinary opportunity to have the &lt;a href="http://www.templeriders.com/"&gt;Temple Riders&lt;/a&gt; come and visit us for our activity last night.  They came roaring in on their motor cycles (and I mean roaring!) and we got to play around the bikes for a while before we went inside and they talked to us about how wearing the protection they wear while riding their bikes is like putting on the Armor of God.  I can tell that this association has brought a whole new crowd of on-lookers that the church may not have seen before.  What fun people they were and . . . .  LOOK AT THOSE BIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh82/anniemationsphotography/tr3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh82/anniemationsphotography/tr2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh82/anniemationsphotography/tr1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-1020285509945786379?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1020285509945786379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=1020285509945786379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/1020285509945786379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/1020285509945786379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2008/10/temple-riders.html' title='Temple Riders . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-2691867801579700127</id><published>2008-09-27T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:48:33.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions.</title><content type='html'>I am a mother of three beautiful little girls.  And ever since the birth of my second daughter I have been staying home taking care of them, but I have ALWAYS wanted to find a way to contribute to the family finances.  I tried everything you can think of . . . scrapbooking, make-up sales, party planning, and the list goes on and on . . . When my 2nd little princess was 1 week old we had a friend come over and take some pictures of the family and our newbie.  She did a great job and these are pictures we will forever treasure and I still have the family one hanging on my wall ( I know I need a new one especially since I am a photographer and there is ANOTHER CHILD involved, I just don't like getting my picture taken.)  But I remember getting these pictures and seeing how happy they made me and seeing how well the girl was doing and I thought HEY maybe I could do that.  I had always liked to draw and have taken art classes all my life.  I never got raves reviews from my teachers because all I ever drew were portraits of people (seems kinda funny now).  So a dear friend of mine (a wife of a guy my hubby works with) helped me talk my husband into spending our tax return on a camera (not the nicest one out there mind you, we don't have THAT many deductibles.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I bought the camera I remember praying and praying about it and whether it was the right thing to do.  All my other hair-brained ideas didn't have that much money to shell out at the beginning, so this was a sacrifice for us.  Was it the right thing?  Now I remember taking my scriptures with me down to the bus stop as I took my oldest to school one day and reading while we waited in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always heard about people who just open the scriptures and read a verse and get an answer to the question . . . so I decided to test this theory.  I plopped them open and read the first verse that came to my eye.  I don't remember the verse or where it was located (I wish I would have marked it) but it said, "Seek God, before you seek riches."  This was an answer to my prayer.  I had been using God as the backburner for my quest for riches, when in fact I needed to seek God first and the riches would follow (if they were to be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after more prayers and quiet whisperings from the Holy Ghost (and direction from my patriarchal blessing) my husband bought me the camera and the rest is history.  It didn't boom quick but three years later I am able to provide some supplimentary income for my family's needs.  My photography has been a gift and continues to be a gift from my Heavenly Father so I am always trying to find ways to give back, ways to use my gift to further his work here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another prayer answered (a little comedic).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking I wanted to move (I know crazy right, we live in such a beautiful place) but my kids don't have a lot of people to play with and summer is hard!  So I was visiting my sister in law and watched my kids play with like a trillion other kids and I was thinking that they were missing out.  So I went home and told my hubby that I wanted to move down to her neighborhood.  Now I always say my hubby has good guts, meaning when he has a gut feeling it's the way we should go, I do believe this has something to do with the priesthood he holds :)  But we'll call it guts :)  And he responded to me, "really because I don't feel that way, why don't you pray about it".  Oh darn it, I wanted him to say "OK, my lovely wife whatever you say!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I prayed and decided to do the scripture magic again, I plopped open my scriptures (and this one I did mark) and it fell to Alma 46:24, which starts out, "Yea, let us preserve our liberty . . ." Now this may not seem like an answer to some, but think about this.  I live in Liberty Utah!  Now people can laugh (because that's just what I did when I read it) but the Lord can guide and direct us in our decisions if we will only listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-2691867801579700127?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2691867801579700127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=2691867801579700127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/2691867801579700127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/2691867801579700127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, Decisions.'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-1964577265742960679</id><published>2008-09-24T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T06:15:11.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Challenges'/><title type='text'>A Challenge . . .</title><content type='html'>I was down at Temple Square yesterday photographing a wedding.  The ceremony pictures were over and I had about an hour and a half until the reception (at the Joseph Smith Memorial Building) so I decided to wander through temple square and see what I could see.  As I was wandering I had the opportunity to speak with a lovely sister missionary.  At the end of our conversation she asked me if she could give me a challenge!  I am up for a challenge from a missionary any day!  She asked that I think hard about something I need an answer to, something I maybe haven't let go of, or that I am seeking.  She asked that I write it down and listen to conference with that "question" in mind.  She PROMISED me that if I did this, my question would be answered!  What Faith she had.  She said it without doubt or hesitation.  So therefore, I am going to do the challenge and I am passing the challenge on to you.&lt;br /&gt;1.  Think deep about something you need an answer to or something you have been seeking forgiveness for that you haven't let go of.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Write this thing down (in a journal, on a piece of paper you can crumple up so no one can see, anywhere!).&lt;br /&gt;3.  Listen to General Conference on Oct. 4th and 5th. &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/broadcast/gc/0,5161,8176,00.html"&gt; For Broadcast Information Click Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Have Faith and Know that you will find what you are seeking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s254.photobucket.com/albums/hh82/anniemationsphotography/?action=view&amp;current=top-temple.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh82/anniemationsphotography/top-temple.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-1964577265742960679?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1964577265742960679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=1964577265742960679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/1964577265742960679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/1964577265742960679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/challenge.html' title='A Challenge . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-6552443558890110550</id><published>2008-09-23T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:46:57.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>Every Part of your life!</title><content type='html'>Not too long ago I was trying to sell my car.  Not because I didn't like it . . . because I LOVED it.  But because my family has grown and for my own sanity the children need to be out of arms reach of one another.  So with much sadness I put my car on the "ever so popular" online selling site.  Now I had a cute, fun, fast car and this online source was my only method for selling it.  No number in the car window or sale sign.  So we waited . . .&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sat online for 30 days then 45 days and I was determined that the car wasn't going to sell and that it just wasn't meant to be.  I had this very thought as I was driving my three year old to the doctor when . . . she threw up all over the back seat.   The most HORRIBLE throw up ever!  So I pulled over and got her cleaned up (as much as you can in the back seat of a car), ran into Old Navy in her skibbies to get some new clothes to wear and as I get back in the car . . . I get a phone call saying they want to look at my car!  Of course, now that it's covered in throw up and I have an infant and sick toddler on my hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we rush home and detail the car, top to bottom!  Thank heavens for hubbies.  And I am thinking how weird it is that just today I was thinking if it's meant to be it will happen if not, don't stress about it.  So my hubby takes the car to show the people and he comes home and says they want it!  And they are going to pick it up tomorrow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I haven't even been looking for a new car.  All I knew was that I wanted a mini-van (crazy I know, but it's pure heaven)  I was kind of picky about this as I felt that if I was going to be a mini-van driving mom it had to have all the bells and whistles I needed.  But it also had to be about the same price as my old car . . . challenging.  And not to throw in any more challenges, but we were supposed to head up to Bear Lake in two days, need a car for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I ran to the same online source and started searching for my dream car (van).  It needed to be white, I wanted power sliding doors (how cool are those), I wanted a dvd player to keep the kids happy on those rides home from grandma and grandpa's and it had to have under 80k miles.  Now I worked at car dealerships for 7 years and one thing I did learn was that you can't custom order a used car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my hopes were high, but my expectations low.  I am looking and looking and praying and praying (yes I was praying about a car).  Then I found it, but it had been online for 50 days and was $3000 under book . . . it was either sold or something seriously wrong with it!  The listing wasn't the best, very vague, but even in the small print I could read dvd player and power sliding doors.  So I called and left a message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then rented a van so I had something to drive and with 24 hours until we were to head to Bear Lake I kept looking and praying that the right thing would turn up for us.  I finally got a phone call back from the man selling the van and they still had it and they lived within 15 minutes of us (which if you know where I live, this is a big deal).  So we ran to see it and it was PERFECT!  Everything I wanted and only $200 more than our old car!  The man said that he had it online for the 50 days and we are the first to call on it!  Sold, we'll take two!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I am not saying that this car is heaven sent, but what I am saying is that if you let the Lord be a part of EVERY aspect of your life . . . job, cars, school, even down to the smallest thing, He will be involved.  He will guide you and direct you.  He will ease your worries with the FAITH that he will find a way for things to work out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as I said in the post before this . . . we are given trials.   No doubt about it, but if we let the Lord be involved in everything he will guide us through it all . . . Big or Small!  Don't ever feel like something isn't important enough to pray for.  If it's important to you, it's important to Him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-6552443558890110550?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6552443558890110550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=6552443558890110550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/6552443558890110550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/6552443558890110550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/every-part.html' title='Every Part of your life!'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-2355923158769013960</id><published>2008-09-22T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:46:15.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trials'/><title type='text'>He trusts you . . .</title><content type='html'>This is an older testimoment for me, but I must share it.  I love my children, but sometimes being a mother is less than glorious (don't act surprised)!  I was going through a period where I was really struggling with my oldest and I really wanted the best for her but didn't know what that was or where to find it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a meeting (there's a common thing here, I really shouldn't miss these!) and there someone mentioned a talk given by a general authority (I don't know who it was) but he mentioned a joke.  The joke told by the general authority was this, "for all you parents sitting there smug thinking how great your children are and how you did such a perfect job . . . just know he didn't trust you with a hard one."  Everyone laughed . . . . I cried.  Now I know it was a joke and I know that this may not truly be the case, but I felt Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the confirmation that the reason I had this challenging child (or children) was because he KNEW I could handle it.  Now it doesn't mean I think I am better than the parent with the easy kids, it just helped me to view my trials in a whole new light.  We don't have to wait until our next estate (the after life) to hear the Lord say, "way to go, you're doing a good job".  There are things that are constantly happening in our everyday, that are "way to go's" from the Lord.  They can come in the form of a trial or a blessing.  And many times, they are the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Lord sends you a hard kid, it's a way to go, you can do it, I KNOW you can.  When the Lord sends us a challenging calling, it's a way to go.  When the Lord sends us trials, we can view them as "why me" or we can view them as, "well, at least he trusts me."  Now my mother and I have talked about this often and I agree with her that sometimes, I don't want to be so trusted . . . he he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But view it from a worldly point of view.  If you are at your job and you are doing great.  Your employer doesn't just keep giving you the stuff that's too easy for you, or all the stuff you already mastered.  If you are doing a good job they are going to give you projects and challenges to push you further, projects with more responsibility.  They trust you can do it.  These are the things that help you get "promoted" or "move up the ladder of success".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you are feeling low and "picked on" (we all do) remember it's a WAY to GO!  Consider it your promotion for a job well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973765357134500790-2355923158769013960?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2355923158769013960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=2355923158769013960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/2355923158769013960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/2355923158769013960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-trusts-you.html' title='He trusts you . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973765357134500790.post-3095133917296795299</id><published>2008-09-21T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:41:05.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Standards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Repentance'/><title type='text'>Where I stand and Repentance isn't painful . . .</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I will create a blog to share my testimony building moments (I call them my testimoments).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But two weeks ago I had the opportunity to attend a stake priesthood leadership training meeting in which the YW presidencies were invited.  The stake president spoke with love and concern for the youth.  He spoke in a forward manner regarding the challenges and confusion out there facing our youth (and children).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I determined that I need to decide WHERE I STAND!  I know that the gospel is full of guidelines and direction that only lead to happiness, but I don't know if I have ever sat down and said . . . I am LDS all the way, meaning I don't pick and choose the commandments I follow.  So to protect my children and to only make my life a happier one, I decided that for family home evening we were going to sit down and write down our Family Standards.  So my girls would know that our family standards &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; the church standards.  So we went through the things we are (or strive to be) - (I had a little help with this by using the &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/youthresources/pdf/ForStrengYouth36550.pdf"&gt;For the Strength of Youth pamphlet&lt;/a&gt; - a must read and read and read . . . religious or not).  We listed things such as we are modest, we are honest, we repent . . . This not only reminds us everyday of the church standards that we live by, but it also holds us accountable, we can't say we are if we aren't.  So we can strive to be what we say we are.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on the note of repentance, I had an "Ah Ha" moment (as Oprah would call it).  A former mission president spoke on how MANY missionaries entered the mission field un-prepared, and not fully ready for they had not repented from all the things they should have addressed. And then he mentioned that they need to know that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); "&gt;repentance isn't painful&lt;/span&gt; . . . now he went on to say some wonderful things, but this thought, stuck with me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who know me personally. . . I have taken some bumpy roads that have lead me to where I am today.  I have definitely taken advantage of the atonement.  But as I would stand talking to the youth or whomever, and when I had to speak on repentance I always made sure to tell them that it was hard.  (Because I have always heard that it was, that it's through this hard that we are forgiven).  So I made sure to tell them that repentance was worth it but it was hard.  But inside I thought . . . I NEVER felt like it was hard when I did it.  The burden or sin I carried was hard!  NOT the repentance, repentance sets you free of the "hard", now maybe admitting the sin or revealing it is hard, but repentance is WONDERFUL and not possible without the sacrifice Christ made for us! Repentance lifts that burden from your shoulders, just as Christ said, let me carry your load.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drove home from that meeting in tears, not because of the overwhelming load that was placed upon us in regards to chastity and morality, but because I realized I HAD REPENTED fully.  I have always thought . . . well I feel like I repented, I have the spirit, I feel forgiven, I have forgiven, but it wasn't hard . . . so did I not do it right?  I DID, I HAVE, AND I AM!  I gained a whole new testimony of the atonement that I have used over and over.  What a wonderful thing, that thru love, compassion, and JOY . . . I repented and was forgiven and returned to a full, GOSPEL FILLED life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I challenge EVERYONE to sit down and think where do WE stand as a family or as a person.  Regardless of religion, what do we want to stand for.  And display these things in your home, to remind you daily of those standards that we strive for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am TRULY grateful for the Savior, because he saved me!  He is not only the Savior of the scriptures, the Savior of the Church . . . &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;he is the Savior of ME&lt;/span&gt;!  I know that while I have been saved once or twice, I will continue to be saved my whole life through until I return home with my eternal family (and probably even after that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;"If we could only understand All we have heard and seen, We'd know there is no greater gift than those two words - Washed Clean."&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 15px;font-family:Arial;font-size:48px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Boyd K. Packer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1973765357134500790-3095133917296795299?l=testimoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3095133917296795299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1973765357134500790&amp;postID=3095133917296795299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/3095133917296795299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973765357134500790/posts/default/3095133917296795299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testimoments.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-testimoment.html' title='Where I stand and Repentance isn&apos;t painful . . .'/><author><name>Ann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02562841173455828597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LTcAhJt1bY/SRBxU2uiR4I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/pt5vYKM_bPw/s1600-R/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
