<?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-7871510009007302085</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:56:25.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIFLET SHOUT~OUTS!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-3621032200688844348</id><published>2010-12-03T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T11:25:19.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helaman 6-7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "Every [convert] needs three things: a friend, a responsibility, and nurturing with the 'good word of God.' It is our duty and opportunity to provide these things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What kind of friend are you to converts, members who are new to your ward, or the less-active? What things do you do to nourish others with the word of the Lord?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I love this quote by Pres. Hinckley. I think many converts can feel overwhelmed when they join the church because a lot of times they are given a calling right away, and they are like "whoa, I just joined this church, I don't know what I'm doing, or how to do this job". But it is through serving in the church that you develop your testimony, and learn that we are all just humble beings trying the best we can, and even those that are born and raised in the church feel inadequate for their callings at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;As far as befriending new members, I think for me, it is a case by case basis. Not because I don't feel it is important to welcome all new members, but because in all honesty, I am not going to be the difference for every person that comes to church. There is a lot of diversity in every ward, and that is important because everyone needs friends, and everyone clicks with certain people. So, I personally don't feel pressure that as soon as I see someone new to rush up and introduce myself....I will eventually sit by them, or see them somewhere, and then I will talk to them. I like it to feel natural, I don't like that forced friendship feeling. But that is just me. In any case, following your promptings by the spirit is what is going to make the difference. If I feel prompted, I try to act. The Lord knows better than I do what and who will make the difference for each one of His children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-3621032200688844348?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/3621032200688844348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=3621032200688844348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/3621032200688844348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/3621032200688844348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/11/helaman-6-7.html' title='Helaman 6-7'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-552961819999092607</id><published>2010-12-02T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T10:37:14.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helaman 4-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "We have an increasing number who have been convinced, through the Book of Mormon, that Jesus is the Christ. Now we need an increasing number who will use the Book of Mormon to become committed to Christ. We need to be convinced and committed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Ezra Taft Benson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What are some things you can do to build upon the sure foundation?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Building a sure foundation requires faith, repentance, and a desire to do God's will. The best way to build upon it is to do the work that we've been asked to do, read our scriptures, say our prayers, preach the gospel of Jesus Christ, go to church, pay our tithing, love our neighbors as ourselves, feed the hungry, clothe the naked, lift up the hands that hang down, and strengthen the feeble knees, be willing to do what the Lord asks us to do, and not seek after the things of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The more I read the Book of Mormon, the more my testimony of Jesus Christ is strengthened. The more I learn about the gospel of Jesus Christ, the more I realize how little I know, and have even a greater desire to know more. I can't even imagine the faith that Nephi and Lehi had in today's reading, to have those amazing things happen to them. Today's world is just as evil, however, the deliverers of the message are not cast into prison just for trying to teach their beliefs. But if a similar situation could happen today, it would be interesting to see how many people would stop their selfish lifestyles, and repent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-552961819999092607?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/552961819999092607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=552961819999092607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/552961819999092607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/552961819999092607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/12/helaman-4-5.html' title='Helaman 4-5'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-6269737374031402949</id><published>2010-12-01T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T10:10:04.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helaman 1-3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "If Satan can succeed in creating in us the pastime of arguing, quarreling, and contention, it is easier for him to bind us with heavier sins which can destroy our eternal lives."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Marvin J. Ashton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How can you avoid contention in your family and other relationships?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I think, even though it sounds cheesy, is to live by the Golden Rule "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." I know that when I really stop and think about what I am doing, and how I am treating others, I think about whether or not I would want to be treated that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;The other things are, of course, prayer, scripture study, and going to church, and just trying to be righteous overall. It is more difficult to be harsh and mean, and have contention when you are trying your best to invite the Spirit of God to guide you in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-6269737374031402949?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/6269737374031402949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=6269737374031402949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/6269737374031402949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/6269737374031402949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/12/helaman-1-3.html' title='Helaman 1-3'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-3108659975709577040</id><published>2010-11-30T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T11:36:55.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 62-63</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "These people all had basically the same experience. The war was the same length for all people; yet out of the same experience some were hardened and some were softened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;What made the difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It was what they thought of God and his Son."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~C. Max Caldwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "When you experience trials, do you feel your heart is hardened or softened? What can you do to improve your thoughts of Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ? How do you think this will help to soften your heart?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I am human, so of course I don't enjoy going through trials, and when the trial first starts, or maybe after it lingers for a while, I'm sure I complain, way too much. However, I do have a very strong testimony that the Lord's will needs to be done, not mine. He allows all kinds of suffering, illnesses, and other hardships, but in essence, it is for our own good. We have free agency to choose, and we have learning opportunities at every turn in this life. If He just made everything be easy, and good for us all of the time, our free-agency would cease to exist, and we would be as Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, not knowing good from evil, and we would never appreciate these precious gifts....especially the Atonement. The only way for us to truly appreciate the Atonement of Jesus Christ is to go through trials, so that we can see, that our trial, in comparison to Christ's, is so minute, and that HE KNOWS what we are going through. He is the only one that really knows what each and every person is suffering with, and going through, and the only way to have comfort and support in our trials, is to lean on Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We've had many many trials in our family, and there have been times that I'm not sure if I'll be able to forgive, but through God, ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE. He can and does take bad things, and make good come from them. Trials also bring compassion to us. When you go through something hard, then see someone else going through it, you feel compassion for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It is hard to understand sometimes why we are faced with a certain trial, but reading the scriptures, and praying can really help us through them....whether it is for answers and understanding, or just comfort and patience. The Lord's ways are not our ways, and that is a hard thing to accept sometimes, but that is just the way it is. We can fight all we want against the Lord.....but it will profit us NOTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-3108659975709577040?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/3108659975709577040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=3108659975709577040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/3108659975709577040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/3108659975709577040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/11/alma-62-63.html' title='Alma 62-63'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-1548945516739127981</id><published>2010-11-29T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:41:02.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 60-61</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "When you look in the dictionary for the most important word, do you know what it is? It could be remember ...our greatest need is to remember."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Spencer W. Kimball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "Satan wants us to be slow to remember what we have received and heard. He wants us to minimize and even forget the quiet witnesses of the Spirit that have told us who we really are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Sister Susan L. Warner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What helps you to not forget the spiritual experiences you've had?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I know that the correct answer here is keeping a journal, and I wish I could say it was my answer. I have been horrible at keeping a journal. I need to be better at keeping a journal. I just talk about my experiences, and hope that I remember them, but that is not the best way to always remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I love the epistles back and forth between Moroni, and Pahoran, because they are so joyous in each others righteousness. They encourage each other to stay righteous and faithful. They delight in the safety of each other, and in their freedoms, and liberties, and blessings from God. I know I've said it a couple of times before, but this part of the Book of Mormon is just my favorite!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-1548945516739127981?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/1548945516739127981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=1548945516739127981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/1548945516739127981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/1548945516739127981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/11/alma-60-61.html' title='Alma 60-61'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-7873042517622046317</id><published>2010-11-28T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T09:35:24.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 57-59</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "He whose name this church bears has promised the He will be in our midst, lead us along, go before us, and even fight our battles. He has further counseled, 'Be not afraid of your enemies, for I have decreed in my heart...that I will prove you in all things, whether you will abide in my covenant, even unto death, that you may be found worthy' (D&amp;amp;C 98:14)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Neal A. Maxwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How can the Lord help you overcome fear?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Fear is the opposite of faith....and yet I personally fear many things through my worldly eyes. But, when I look at things through my spiritual eyes, I realize that we should not fear. Fear does not come from the Lord, and considering that He is more powerful than all, if we are keeping His commandments, and our covenants, we don't need to fear, because He will help us in all things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I was just talking to my daughter this morning, she was asking me what it would be like when she dies. After talking to her about it, I asked her why she wanted to know, and she replied that she was scared of dying. I remember being scared of dying when I was little, and my kids are scared of lots of different things, and having me as a mother, probably doesn't help that. However, I am trying to set a better example for my kids, and am constantly telling them that if you are keeping the commandments, and living as righteously as you can, that you don't need to be afraid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I just think that it is something that you have to have your own life experiences with, and that the Lord works with all of His children in different ways. There are many of His children that are fearful, and they will be strengthened according to their desires, and experiences, and depending on what is necessary for their missions here on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I can see in this reading why the Nephites might be fearful of the Lamanites, because their hatred was so strong, and they just kept attacking, and attacking them, every chance they got. I'm sure that was difficult for the Nephites. Yet, the majority of them chose to be faithful, and not let fear overtake them. They chose to trust in the Lord, and the Lord helped them because of their obedience and faithfulness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-7873042517622046317?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/7873042517622046317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=7873042517622046317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/7873042517622046317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/7873042517622046317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/11/alma-57-59.html' title='Alma 57-59'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-3781849853394040408</id><published>2010-11-27T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T09:21:47.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Back on Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;If you are up to date with your reading, take time to study: Alma 42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-3781849853394040408?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/3781849853394040408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=3781849853394040408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/3781849853394040408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/3781849853394040408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/11/get-back-on-schedule.html' title='Get Back on Schedule'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-5521334852933267451</id><published>2010-11-26T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T08:19:34.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 55-56</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "We need more mothers who know the truth, whose children do not doubt their mothers know it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Neal A. Maxwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What important lessons have you learned from your mother?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My mother is an amazingly spiritual woman! My mother, like the mothers of the Stripling Warriors, is a convert to the church. She has an unbelievable understanding of the Gospel, and of the scriptures. She is one of the few people I know that knows the Bible (Old and New Testaments) as well as the Book of Mormon.....she delights in them. She has taught me the Gospel of Jesus Christ. She has taught me what it means to have a testimony of our Savior, and how to apply it in my life. She has taught me that there is comfort and joy and answers in the scriptures. She has taught me that there is peace in the temple. She has taught me that the work that I do as a mother is the most important work I will ever do. She is still in the process of teaching me how to forgive myself, and love myself, and let go of things, and move on. She has taught me how the Atonement of Jesus Christ conquers all. She has lost two children, and has had a very hard life, and yet she has taught me that good can come from bad, that we CAN trust the Lord to be there when we can't take another step, and that we need HIM every second of every day of our lives! She has taught me that it is never good to dwell on the negative, and to look for the good. She has taught me how to laugh! She has taught me that the "gospel principles are a guide to live by, not a stick to beat ourselves with."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I love my mother so very very much. I tell her everyday (several times a day) that I love her, and appreciate her for all that she does! I love you mommy, don't know what in the world I would do without you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-5521334852933267451?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/5521334852933267451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=5521334852933267451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5521334852933267451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5521334852933267451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/11/alma-55-56.html' title='Alma 55-56'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-8296624188587072055</id><published>2010-11-25T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:56:23.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 52-54</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "In the spiritual battles you are waging, I see you as today's sons of Helaman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Ezra Taft Benson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "Notice how Mormon describes these young men. How are you living so that you can likened to the stripling warriors?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I hope more than anything that I am raising stripling warriors...that they will "know the truth". Living righteously is the only way to be like the stripling warriors, for they were full of faith, and obedience to the commandments. They didn't just know it, they acted upon their beliefs for righteous purposes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In this reading my love and admiration for Captain Moroni also deepens, as he is so good, and so fearless, how could anyone not just love him? He is such an example of what all men should be! And if it weren't for his diligence in preserving the land of the Nephites, the stripling warriors would have been obliterated along with the other people of Ammon, because the contentions among the Nephites, would have caused them to fall into the hands of the Lamanites! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is such an exciting part of the Book of Mormon, and I don't even want to write about it, I just want to keep reading it, and encourage anyone out there to do the same!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-8296624188587072055?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/8296624188587072055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=8296624188587072055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8296624188587072055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8296624188587072055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/11/alma-52-54.html' title='Alma 52-54'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-5924203785570736689</id><published>2010-11-24T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T12:09:49.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 50-51</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "Mormon wants to teach what will be of most worth to us, and his use of the words thus and thus we see make the lessons easier to recognize and understand. Pay close attention to the 'thus we see' phrases in the Book of Mormon. Here Mormon wants you to understand that the Lord is keeping His word to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lehi&lt;/span&gt; and blessing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nephites&lt;/span&gt; with prosperity when they keep the commandments."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Henry B. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eyring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "In what ways has the Lord kept his word to you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have received so many blessings that I am not even remotely worthy of, that I can't wrap my head around how to answer this question. He has given me everything, and protects me daily from things that I don't even want to know about. He does give specific blessings for keeping specific commandments, but He also blesses His children without them asking, or knowing. The Lord is bound by His word, and that is the same for everyone! He loves us, and wants us to be happy, and wants us to return and live with Him, and He gives us all the tools to do it, we just have to learn to use the tools. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-5924203785570736689?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/5924203785570736689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=5924203785570736689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5924203785570736689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5924203785570736689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/11/alma-50-51.html' title='Alma 50-51'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-3852473347731901620</id><published>2010-11-23T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T12:19:59.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 47-49</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "Be true to your own convictions. You know what is right, and you know what is wrong. You know when you are doing the proper thing...We need not fear as long as we have in our lives the power that comes from righteously living by the truth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "The Lamanites did no want to go to battle against the Nephites, but they also did not want to displease the king (Alma 47:2). Have you ever been in a situation where you wanted to do the right thing, but were afraid you would displease someone? Why is it always better to do the right thing than to worry about what others might think of you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is tough for me, because I think when you are young, it is harder to stand strong, because you aren't really sure who you are, and you desire acceptance, even if it costs you. I have this discussion with my son all the time, because I see him saying and doing things that he wouldn't normally say or do to make his friends like him. I always tell him that the only person it is important to please is Heavenly Father. I think as you get older, this gets a little easier, but that's not to say that situations don't come up that you still have to deal with these hard decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Right now, we are kind of faced with this kind of decision in our office. We are dealing the insurance companies that are trying to say how the patient should be treated, when they have never even met this person, they have only collected all their money. They are not paying the Dr.'s fairly at all, and they are not doing what is in the policy holder's best interest. The right thing to do is if all Dr.'s would stand together and say "enough of this, we are not going to take any insurance company that does not treat the Dr. and patient fairly." However, if we go this route, it will upset many patients, and we will lose many patients that will go to a Dr. that still accepts their insurance (because, let's get real, there are always businesses that are desperate enough to take whatever they can get). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Although these decisions may not be life or death, these can be very difficult situations, and in some cases there is not a clear cut right or wrong answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, being prayerful about these decisions is so important. To pray to know what is the right thing to do, and secondly, praying to have the courage to do the right thing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Even if this is a hard thing.....the only "real happiness" comes from keeping the commandments of God!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-3852473347731901620?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/3852473347731901620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=3852473347731901620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/3852473347731901620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/3852473347731901620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/11/alma-47-49.html' title='Alma 47-49'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-4107985507001281508</id><published>2010-11-22T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T10:16:14.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 44-46</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "The value of a country rests upon the values of its people. For the people of God, for the people who want peace, for their women and their children, there is only one way, one church and one Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Charles Dider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "Why do the wicked go to war? How are their motives different from the reasons why the righteous go to war?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This truly is my favorite part of the Book of Mormon. I love Captain Moroni, and what he did, and what he stood for. I love that this righteous man refused to allow evil to prevail, and threaten his fellow brethren, and their wives and their children! I wish so badly that every judge in this country, and every leader was as righteous and fearless as Captain Moroni. I love that he wasn't worried about whether people were going to say "Oh, I don't think that is the right way to handle this," he did what he knew in his heart was right, and he went out and reminded others to do it too! He did not accept complacency in his brethren....I just love him! (I'll stop my tangent now, I could go on all day!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The wicked go to war because they have hatred in their hearts! Some of their intent is to kill as many as they can, others desire to subject their targets into bondage, and some desire money, wealth or power. They are not satisfied with their own lives, and have a greater desire to destroy someone else's happiness and freedom than just trying to improve their own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;There is a very big difference between the wicked and the righteous going to war. The righteous have no desire for bloodshed. They have no desire to gain more land, or wealth, or power. They have no desire to take over another people and make slaves out of them. The only reason that the righteous go to war is to protect their freedom, their families, and their way of life. So many seek to destroy the righteous, and even though they are commanded to love our brethren, and not to kill our brethren, the Lord has told the righteous that it is right that they defend themselves, even unto bloodshed, because if they don't, the wicked will obliterate them, and there would only be wicked on the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;That is why it is so important to have men like Captain Moroni, who are willing to stand for truth and righteousness, and willing to strap on their helmets, and armor, and bravely stand against those who would love to crush them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-4107985507001281508?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/4107985507001281508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=4107985507001281508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4107985507001281508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4107985507001281508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/11/alma-44-46.html' title='Alma 44-46'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-7118359425233062129</id><published>2010-11-21T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T09:06:27.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 42-43</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "How great the wisdom and the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;That filled the courts on high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;And sent the Savior from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;To suffer, bleed, and die!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;~Hymn 195&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How does understanding the Fall help you more fully love Jesus and appreciate what He did for us?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;The way that Alma lays it all out for his sons is just beautiful, plain, and clear. We would all be completely cut off from our Father in Heaven, if it weren't for Jesus Christ and His Atoning Sacrifice. We have been given this probationary time to repent of our sins. And even though we are cut off from our Father's presence right now....we have a life~line....we have a Savior that helps us have hope! When we study the Fall of Adam, we have a greater understanding of our purpose here on here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-7118359425233062129?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/7118359425233062129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=7118359425233062129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/7118359425233062129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/7118359425233062129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/11/alma-42-43.html' title='Alma 42-43'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-4036905218280014820</id><published>2010-11-20T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:26:31.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 39-41</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "You cannot do wrong and feel right.  It is impossible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~ President Ezra Taft Benson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How important is it to you to follow the counsel of your parents and other righteous priesthood leaders?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;(Read Alma 36:17~ During the time Alma was racked with torment for his sins whose words did he remember that caused him to cry out for forgiveness?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I feel like now that I am a parent, I can see how parents want nothing more than their kids to be happy, and successful in this life.  I'm not sure that I fully appreciated that growing up, although, I was the youngest of 5 kids, and did see my parents suffer a lot over their kids decisions.  I would love to take what I know, and transplant that information into my children's brains to spare them the pain and grief that I have experienced.  I'm gonna have to say that it is absolutely crucial that children today know that following the counsel of their parents, as well as righteous priesthood leaders is for their own protection and happiness.  You just can't be happy when you are making bad choices for yourself....you just can't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Parents have a heavy burden, and responsibility to do all they can to ensure that their children have been taught the ways of the Lord.  I know when Alma the younger was tormented, that he did remember the words of his father, and I believe he knew in that instance, how much his father loved him, and how much he had grieved his father with the decisions that he made.  And most importantly, he knew that his father had taught him the truth, because in that instance, he prayed that Jesus would have mercy on his soul, and all of his pain was immediately replaced with joy. And how relieved must Alma, the father, had been, to know that he had done all he could to teach his son righteous principles, and that his son was able to recall his words when he needed them the most.  If my child were in a similar state, I would hope that my words and teachings would be able to help them through, that I had done my job well enough.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I sincerely hope that I can teach my children to trust in my words, and also the words of the prophet, and leaders of the church, and hope that they have good experiences, and good teachers to reinforce those beliefs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-4036905218280014820?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/4036905218280014820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=4036905218280014820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4036905218280014820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4036905218280014820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/11/alma-39-41.html' title='Alma 39-41'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-7496259803389066800</id><published>2010-11-19T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:49:58.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 37-38</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "I have little or no fear for the young man or the young woman, who honestly and conscientiously supplicate God twice a day for the guidance of His Spirit.  I am sure that when the temptation comes they will have strength to overcome it by the inspiration that shall be given to them. Supplicating the Lord for the guidance of His Spirit places around us a safeguard, and if we...honestly seek the guidance of the Spirit of the Lord, I can assure you that we will receive it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Heber J. Grant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What are some things you talk to the Lord about?  How does He direct you for good?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We have been commanded to pray always, over all things, daily.  This is sort of a challenge for me because I do not like to have a lot of repetition in my prayers, yet this seems unavoidable.  I have talked to the Lord about a wide variety of topics in my life, from a simple blessing on the food, to the most painful, sorrowful things of my heart.  I, personally, mostly pray to do better, to be better, to have a greater desire to be better, and to be forgiven.  I pray for my children, and family, our military, the missionaries, friends, neighbors, those in need, and lots of other things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The Lord directs us for good through the Holy Ghost, and through the scriptures.  The Holy Ghost is Heavenly Father's way of talking to us, and answering us.  When we get a good feeling from the Holy Ghost, we know we are pleasing our Heavenly Father.  He has also given us the scriptures to tell us how we should live our lives, and what He expects out of us.  We know that if we keep His commandments that we are headed in a good direction.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-7496259803389066800?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/7496259803389066800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=7496259803389066800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/7496259803389066800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/7496259803389066800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/11/alma-37-38.html' title='Alma 37-38'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-1068870862724490668</id><published>2010-11-16T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T08:05:57.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 34-36</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "The thought of  intentionally committing serous sin now and repenting later is perilously wrong.  Never do that.  Many start that journey of intentional transgression and never make it back.  Premeditated sin has greater penalties and is harder to overcome.  If there is sin, repent now - while you can."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Richard G. Scott &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What does Satan do to try to keep you from repenting?  How many reasons can you think of for why it's important to repent now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Satan does not want us to repent for obvious reasons....he wants us to be cut off from the presence of God.    He wants us to be as miserable as he is, and he will stop at nothing to get as many people away from God as he is able.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I'm sure there are many reasons to repent now, but one main one that stands out to me, and that is so that we can be closer to God.  His spirit cannot dwell in unholy places....and as human beings, we are unholy A LOT!  Repentance is necessary.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Last Saturday, I was at a baptism, and Bishop Nevitt was talking about repentance.  He was saying that the most communicated message in the scriptures is repentance.  He said that he has never been able to read his scriptures without seeing "repent" in them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It is vital that we turn away from sin, humble ourselves, and submit our will to God's, in order to receive His guidance, and His love, and His blessings.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-1068870862724490668?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/1068870862724490668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=1068870862724490668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/1068870862724490668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/1068870862724490668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/11/alma-34-36.html' title='Alma 34-36'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-4361446557069234148</id><published>2010-11-15T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T10:28:35.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 32-33</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "Of all our needs, I think the greatest is an increase of faith"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How often do you exercise faith? What difference can "a particle of faith" make in our actions? (see Matthew 17:20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I exercise faith every day in some form. Every time I say a prayer, give service, keep a commandment, think about my Savior, read my scriptures....etc. That is not to say that my faith is great. I think my own personal faith is stronger in some areas than others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I love Alma's discussion with the "humble", when he discusses the particle of faith. This is such a great missionary lesson. Are there not those all around us in our world that believe nothing, or that believe in God, but not sure what to do about it, and also those that seek after truth? I know people that have said things such as "I've never seen evidence of a God, so I can't believe He is real". Alma says "Now I ask, is this faith? Behold, I say unto you nay; for if a man knoweth a thing he hath no cause to believe, for he knoweth it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Even if he have no more than a desire to believe, we can use that "particle of faith" and test it to see if our faith grows from it. It doesn't take long for that seed of faith to start to swell, since we are all born with the Light of Christ, our spirits know the truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-4361446557069234148?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/4361446557069234148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=4361446557069234148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4361446557069234148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4361446557069234148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/11/alma-32-33.html' title='Alma 32-33'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-8779409760323852281</id><published>2010-10-31T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T17:51:15.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Halloween...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-6963771060597797349</id><published>2010-08-05T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T11:35:43.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 30-31</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "Korihor's arguments sound very contemporary to the modern reader, but Alma used a timeless and ultimately undeniable weapon in response- the power of a personal testimony."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Jeffrey R. Holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How did Alma respond to Korihor's claim that there is no God?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I love Alma dearly.  I know that he suffered painful repentance, and that his heart was so good that it pained him to see others following unrighteous paths.  After his sore repentance, he spent his entire life trying to save souls through preaching the gospel, I believe he sincerely did not desire one soul lost.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I couldn't agree more with Elder Holland's quote...we hear these same arguments today, the same things that Korihor said 70 years B.C......"...there is no God; religion imprisons you, and keeps you from truly being free; believing in Christ is just a foolish tradition....etc".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Alma responds to him in wisdom asking him point blank if he believes in God, and in Christ....Korihor responds "Nay".  Alma turns the tables on him and says what proof have YOU that there is no God, and no Christ?  Alma then bears strong testimony that he knows that there is a God, and a Christ also.  That there is plenty of evidence not only by the scriptures and the holy prophets, but just the existence of the Earth, and all of the planets that move in regular form testify that there is a God.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Korihor says he will continue to deny God until a sign should be shown unto him.  Well, Alma had an answer for that....."....thou hast had signs enough; will ye tempt your God?  Will ye say, show unto me a sign, when ye have the testimony of all these thy brethren, and also all the holy prophets?.......Behold, I am grieved because of the hardness of your heart, yea, that ye will still resist the spirit of the truth, that thy soul may be destroyed.  But behold, it is better that thy soul should be lost than that thou shouldst be the means of bringing many souls down to destruction, by thy lying and by thy flattering words; therefore if thou shalt deny again, behold God shall smite thee, that thou shalt become dumb, that thou shalt never open thy mouth any more, that thou shalt not deceive this people any more." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, Alma gave Korihor ample opportunity to confess his belief in God, but it took the act of being struck dumb to humble Korihor enough to admit his lies.  He ended up confessing about an angel he had seen that told him to go and preach these lies.  (On a side note, I find it interesting that someone could see an angel, and the angel tells them that there is no God, and to tell everyone that there is no God.....why would an angel exist if God did not exist?  Crazy, to me personally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;After Korihor confesses the truth, he wants Alma to remove his curse, but Alma is wise and basically says "no way, you'll just go out and do it again".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And so we see time and time again, men that preach against the truthfulness of the Gospel.  The things that are happening today are not new or original arguments for why we should all just "eat, drink and be merry (and sleep with every person we meet)".  But the truth of the Gospel of Jesus Christ has stood the test of time.....because it is TRUE!  It hasn't changed.  Since the beginning of time we have had a record of what the people on this earth have done, their testimonies and dealings with the Lord and His angels, and there is nothing that is ever going to remove it from the earth....no matter how bad things get....the Gospel is, has been, and always will be true!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-6963771060597797349?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/6963771060597797349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=6963771060597797349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/6963771060597797349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/6963771060597797349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/08/alma-30-31.html' title='Alma 30-31'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-8618498251593327384</id><published>2010-08-02T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T21:23:27.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiflet Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, this weekend we had our annual Shiflet Family Reunion. It was Jeff's oldest brother Bruce's turn to plan it, so we went to Ft. Grant where he lived. We hiked through the back side of Mt. Graham, it was absolutely beautiful up there....then had some really good BBQ pork. Thank you Bruce and Susie for all of your hospitality! :) (And Don for driving us around in your truck!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501026634784240290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeSlCJG8qI/AAAAAAAABqM/tO4_XxdPEVU/s320/DSC06741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jeff and KT on our hike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501026647337090370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeSlw58PUI/AAAAAAAABqc/SFkWpJy_lJ0/s320/DSC06744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Everyone standing around throwing rocks in the creek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501026655223697586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeSmOSQULI/AAAAAAAABqk/QrNov68ADKs/s320/DSC06747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The creek was very pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501026655753034850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeSmQQdXGI/AAAAAAAABqs/8ByWDrDkrQc/s320/DSC06754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Derek (Mr. D) and Austin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501027206385434658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeTGThdACI/AAAAAAAABrk/BezdZZLgXd0/s320/DSC06761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Uncle B taking pics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501027209804960098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeTGgQu0WI/AAAAAAAABrs/OlcPwBw6eRU/s320/DSC06762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kyle on this rickety ol' pipe thing that crosses the creek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;(He actually crossed it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501027216093394290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeTG3sAtXI/AAAAAAAABr0/82C0FH02c84/s320/DSC06764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jeff finding an alternate route&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501027220796927250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeTHJNa7RI/AAAAAAAABr8/9aBM5JJ4c-o/s320/DSC06768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The first rain drop of our hike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501027552885039442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeTaeVZYVI/AAAAAAAABsE/g3vflnkZrY4/s320/DSC06770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The clouds covered the top of the mountain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501027561209452658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeTa9WF2HI/AAAAAAAABsU/rO0nrm8bnj0/s320/DSC06775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tyler showing off his baby pinecones! He loved those things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501027566008886386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeTbPOXZHI/AAAAAAAABsc/GL4wK6J7T-0/s320/DSC06783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then....the fall! Jeff carrying Tyler, steps on a slippery wobbely rock, and does a front flip, and sacrifices himself to save Tyler. Tyler had a scrape on his leg, Jeff slid into a tree, and the wobbely rock crashed into his leg....I was right behind and saw the whole thing....I think my heart stopped for a minute. It was steep and slippery out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501027567243180034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeTbT0pOAI/AAAAAAAABsk/_8GYIzhsAxg/s320/DSC06784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the worse leg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501027926704920578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeTwO7AGAI/AAAAAAAABss/Uq5-D_RlazA/s320/DSC06787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After we got down the mountain...Jeff took Tyler for a ride on the quad...at first he did NOT like the sound of that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501027927342482978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeTwRTAhiI/AAAAAAAABs0/d3Zg_1q_uQU/s320/DSC06793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;5 min later...he was nothing but smiles...again again again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501027935090415330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeTwuKQluI/AAAAAAAABs8/pPPJaPFgzgY/s320/DSC06794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jacob brought his dads Range Rover Offroad Vehicle...so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501027939443795986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeTw-YL6BI/AAAAAAAABtE/Hxq8MtzR2XA/s320/DSC06795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I thought KT would be too scared of the noise, but Jeff talked her into a ride, and she LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501028329960661346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeUHtKqYWI/AAAAAAAABtU/OHQwJ3fNioU/s320/DSC06805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The "guys" Dave, Jacob, Bruce, Chad and Jeff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501028332922200370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeUH4Mv4TI/AAAAAAAABtc/TUoLkiSg8TU/s320/DSC06806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When we first left to come home from Safford, I saw the rays of light coming through the cloud...then I realized a few minutes later where the rays were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501032840323362738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeYOPk7b7I/AAAAAAAABt8/HxJr7tBZv38/s320/DSC06808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Shining right over the Gila Valley Temple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501032846064786386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeYOk9ym9I/AAAAAAAABuM/TfID9xhNxZI/s320/DSC06811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was my first time at the Gila Valley Temple...so pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501033404519699218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeYvFX0UxI/AAAAAAAABuc/xPSo7As2I68/s320/DSC06810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When we came around the corner, I snapped a pic, and then when I was looking through the pics later I saw this light....doesn't it look like an angel guarding the temple?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-8618498251593327384?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/8618498251593327384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=8618498251593327384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8618498251593327384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8618498251593327384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/08/shiflet-family-reunion.html' title='Shiflet Family Reunion'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TFeSlCJG8qI/AAAAAAAABqM/tO4_XxdPEVU/s72-c/DSC06741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-7901681903957860773</id><published>2010-08-02T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:26:56.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 27-29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "True converts are those who "listen to the teachings and testimonies of missionaries and change their lives, leaving the past behind them, and moving forward into a new life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What is zeal?  What difference does it make to have "zeal towards God"?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Zeal is faithfulness, honesty, exactness in keeping the commandments, and doing it with great pleasure!  In other words, having no other desire other than doing that which is right and pleasing to God.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I think zeal makes a great difference when you are talking about our attitudes toward God.  We can go to church and keep the commandments, and do all that which is required, and receive blessings for our obedience, and still miss the big picture of why we do it all.  I think when you add zeal into the mix, you are always consciously thinking about who our Savior is, what He has done for us, and want to do every possible thing you can to show Him that you are willing to do whatever it takes to be faithful and loyal to Him, and show Him gratitude through righteous living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;  The people of Ammon were known for their "zeal towards God", that they were completely honest in all of their dealings.  Can you imagine a land like that today?  Where no one was trying to get ahead by charging a little extra, or selling things that they know will break, or no theft or robbery, no politicians making empty promises and trying to get gain.  That sounds pretty great to me!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-7901681903957860773?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/7901681903957860773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=7901681903957860773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/7901681903957860773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/7901681903957860773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/08/alma-27-29.html' title='Alma 27-29'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-4176543897914922688</id><published>2010-07-30T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T11:52:41.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 24-26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "As children of God we are somebody.  He will build us, mold us, and magnify us if we will but hold our heads up, our arms out, and walk with him.  What a great blessing to be created in his image and know of our true potential in and through him!  What a great blessing to know that in his strength we can do all things!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Marvin J. Ashton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What do you think some of the "mighty miracles" may be that the Lord will work through you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is tricky to answer.  I fear that any answer I may give may come across as vain and prideful, but to deny the miracles of the Lord would be worse....I know that I of myself am not responsible for any great works, but everything good I have done has been a direct result of the Lord.  I don't know if the Lord has or will used me for any "mighty" miracles, but I have seen and been a part of miracles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I believe that the gift of life is a miracle....so growing and giving birth to my children is a miracle to me.  Also, the opportunity to raise them and teach them the truth in all things opens the door many types and chances for miracles all the time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I was never a missionary, but I give full credit to missionaries because I believe them to be daily instruments in the miracles of the Lord.  No, you don't have to be a full-time missionary to teach or share the Gospel, but I have not personally been the instrument for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; conversion as of yet. (Still holding out hope though).  I do teach gospel principals daily to my children...so in that regard I am an instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I believe that small acts of services can bring about miracles through the direct guidance of the spirit.  I have heard and seen experiences where people were going through difficult things, and prayed for help and comfort, and later that day, there would be a knock on the door from someone who answered that prayer.  I'm not sure if I've ever been that person or not, but hopefully I will be at some point.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I also believe that miracles happen through priesthood blessings.  Even though I don't hold the priesthood, my faith supports the priesthood, and I always encourage blessings to be given, because I believe in their power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I'm never going to be a prophet, but I don't believe I have to be, to be used as an instrument in the hands of the Lord.  I have witnessed miracles, and maybe that will be my only part in the Lord's plan...just to testify that I have seen them, I have witnessed them, I know that they are real.  I feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ammon&lt;/span&gt;, and cannot say enough about the goodness of God, and all that He has done for His children.  Miracle after miracle, by any definition, they are right there in front of us!  He loves us, and He wants us to return to live with Him.  And gives us these miracles, some small, and some mighty, to build our faith, that we will have a greater desire to draw closer to Him, and to strive harder to do what He has asked, so that we will be able to return to Him.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-4176543897914922688?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/4176543897914922688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=4176543897914922688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4176543897914922688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4176543897914922688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/07/alma-24-26.html' title='Alma 24-26'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-4103829022477054106</id><published>2010-07-28T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T16:03:30.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 21-23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "No part of walking by faith is more difficult than walking the road of repentance. However, with 'faith unto repentance,' we can push roadblocks out of the way, moving forward to beg God for mercy...One simply surrenders, caring only about what God thinks, not what 'they' think...Giving away all our sins is the only way we can come to know God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Neal A. Maxwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What are you willing to give to know Him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I love this whole story in the BOM where the sons of Mosiah, who were at one time not that different than the Lamanites in their unrighteous behavior, convert so many Lamanites. What touches me so much, and it goes along with today's question, is that when you have lived unrighteously, and caused pain to others, and then you come to a real knowledge of the Lord, it is just about unbearable to think that you could have been so horrible to your very own creator who loves you and has done nothing but bless you. Our Heavenly Father loves us so much, and His son Jesus Christ layed down His very own life for our sins....how wretched are we to so carelessly disregard that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Alma the younger and the sons of Mosiah, were raised with the truth, they had been taught, and chose to ignore it. They chose to try to harm the church, and behave in such a rebellious way. They had the unique and fortunate experience to have an angel come down and tell them to stop or else... What they experienced was so painful, and wonderful at the same time, that for the rest of their lives, they were IMMOVABLE!  We don't all get that privilege, but non-the-less, we need to "act as though we did see an angel".  We need to be as humble as King Lamoni, and recognize the truth, and accept it as though our very eternal souls depended upon it....'cause....they do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We do need to be willing to make any and every sacrifice that the Lord requires in order to show Him that we are willing and ready to do whatever it takes to live with Him again!  The funny thing is, Satan wants us to think "oh, we are giving up so much..." when in reality, not only does the Lord help us give up the worldly things, but He blesses us with even more wonderful things than the thing we gave up!  It's amazing!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I'm sure it was tough for those Lamanites to give up their weapons of war, as they were a blood thirsty people, just as it is difficult for us to give up the things that we need to....but it is sooooo worth it!  I can really identify with Alma the younger, and the sons of Mosiah.  I didn't try to persecute the church, but I have been somewhat inactive at times in my life, and know what it is like to be "converted" to the Gospel.  I have never regreted anything of the world that I have sacrificed to have the Gospel in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-4103829022477054106?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/4103829022477054106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=4103829022477054106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4103829022477054106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4103829022477054106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/07/alma-21-23.html' title='Alma 21-23'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-8330834130570009234</id><published>2010-07-27T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:48:24.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 19-20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "Anger is not an expression of strength.  It is an indication of one's inability to control his thoughts, words, his emotions...When the weakness of anger takes over, the strength of reason leaves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "When is it most difficult to control your anger?  Why is it important to stay in control of your thoughts, words, and actions?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ummmm, I need to write this quote on a post-it note, and stick it to my forehead everyday!  I do have a problem with anger at times, and it frustrates me that I don't have better control over my emotions.  I am a very emotional person, and I react before I think things through.  And there have been times, that well....let's just say Mel Gibson and I have a lot in common. Alright, maybe not that extreme (by the way, love Mel, and feel sorry for him)....but definitely have used anger as an expression more often than I care to admit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It is most difficult for me to control my anger when I have had limited sleep, or when I see something so outrageous that other people find acceptable (I'm sure there are other occasions, but I'll just stick to these for now).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Here is why I need to learn to control my anger....it makes me feel bad about myself!  I honestly don't have one intention in my body that really wants to hurt another human being...but when anger takes over, that is exactly what happens.  I hurt the people that I am angry with.  No one really wants to be yelled at, or name-called, or degraded....I know I don't want to be treated that way, and yet, I treat others that way at times.  I have cried myself to sleep many nights feeling guilty for being such a bad mom, or mean wife.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The other problem is that others will see that in you, and may use it against you.  I know many people that have gone through a divorce and the spouse talks about how verbally abusive, or "crazy" their spouse is.  That leads to question what kind of parent they are, and most likely anger management classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And also, as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I am looked at by others as an example of my faith.  What are they going to think of the Church by watching my behavior?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-8330834130570009234?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/8330834130570009234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=8330834130570009234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8330834130570009234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8330834130570009234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/07/alma-19-20.html' title='Alma 19-20'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-473705928905648536</id><published>2010-07-25T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:01:42.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 17-18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "Fasting can help us overcome personal flaws and sins.  It can help us overcome our weaknesses-help them become strengths.  Fasting can help us become more humble, less prideful, less selfish, and more concerned about the needs of others.  It can help us see more clearly our own mistakes and weaknesses and help us be less prone to criticize others...Throughout the scriptures the term fasting is usually combined with prayer...Fasting without prayer is just going hungry for 24 hours.  But fasting combined with prayer brings increased spiritual power."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Carl B. Pratt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What experiences have you had with fasting?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have had many fasts in my life...some more purposeful than others.  I have fasted for forgiveness, sick family members, financial guidance, and many other reasons.  Some of these experiences have led to immediate answers, and blessings.  Other times, I haven't gotten immediate answers, but was blessed with more patience in waiting for an answer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I won't go into too many details, because some experiences are very personal, but I will say how grateful I am for the knowledge of fasting.  Fasting always brings a certain amount of peace, and always brings blessings in some form or another.  I am so grateful for any means that helps me feel closer to my Heavenly Father.  It is hard in the hustle and bustle of day to day things to feel His spirit...but fasting (with prayer of course) really helps me feel more connected.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I will share a true story that recently happened that touched me.... I know a woman with a 7 year old little girl, that is dealing with some very hard circumstances....the daughter asked her mother "I know I have to have faith, and pray, but if there is something I want very badly, how do I get my prayer answered?"  The mother replied "Well, fasting is one way to help our prayers get answered.  When we fast, we are showing Heavenly Father, that we are willing to give something up very valuable to us, in order for Him to know how much that prayer means to us."  So this little 7 year old girl, on her own decided that she was going to fast!  So she fasted for 2 meals without any prompting or reminders from anyone, and prayed her heart out for this request.  Later that evening, she received a phone call that answered her prayer!  It's wonderful for me to realize that even our youth can have these life-changing experiences, and set an example for the adults around them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-473705928905648536?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/473705928905648536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=473705928905648536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/473705928905648536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/473705928905648536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/07/alma-17-18.html' title='Alma 17-18'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-455629222985486736</id><published>2010-07-02T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T23:34:40.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 14-16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "The right question to ask is not why good people have trials, but how shall good people respond when they are tried?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Marion D. Hanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"Suffering can make saints of people as they learn patience, long suffering and self-mastery.  The sufferings of our Savior were part of his education."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Spencer W. Kimball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How do you respond to adversity?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well, if I'm answering honestly, I cry, kick, complain, and have a pity-party.  Well, I guess I do that sometimes, and other times, I am humble, and optimistic, and cheerful about it.  It just depends what the adversity is.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I can really relate to Amulek in this reading assignment, when he can't stand to watch the women and children be burned, and he wants to do something to stop it.  I have seen someone I love very much, be put in a comparable situation, and it is UNBEARABLE!  I didn't understand it, I still don't really fully understand it.  I am trying to learn.  And reading scriptures like this one helps me feel a little better about it...."But Alma said unto him:  The Spirit constraineth me that I must not stretch forth mine hand; for behold the Lord receiveth them up unto himself, in glory; and he doth suffer that they may do this thing, or that the people may do this thing unto them, according to the hardness of their hearts, that the judgments which he shall exercise upon them in his wrath may be just; and the blood of the innocent shall stand as a witness against them, yea, and cry mightily against them at the last day." (Alma 14:11)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;What I love about this scripture is that it clears up a lot of questions about why the Lord allows so much suffering in this life, and also the gift of agency.  He has given us ALL agency, and He doesn't take it away.  He allows His children to choose for themselves, good or evil, and there would be no real justice if He did take it away from some, and not others.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Sorry, I'm going on a tangent....back to the quote/question.  I feel that sometimes, it is better to go through the challenges ourselves, than to see a loved-one suffer....especially children.  However, part of learning to depend on the Lord comes from adversity, and if our loved ones, and children had no adversity, they couldn't develop their own testimonies about the Lord.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We all have good days, and bad days....and we all probably react accordingly to adverse situations.  But it is good to always keep in mind to have an attitude of gratitude for adversity, because it brings so much opportunity with it.  We have the chance to grow closer to our Savior through depending on Him, and we have the chance to learn and grow from the experience itself, and we learn to have charity and empathy for others going through similar problems.  Adversity is necessary for us.  It is not fun to go through, sometimes, it is excruciatingly painful....but it is necessary for our growth.  So, we can mope and complain, that is our choice, as we all have agency....or we can look at the problem, and say "Lord, what would Thou have me learn from this?  Please help me to learn everything I can from this, and please give me the strength and courage to get through it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-455629222985486736?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/455629222985486736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=455629222985486736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/455629222985486736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/455629222985486736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/07/alma-14-16.html' title='Alma 14-16'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-1471106509215364270</id><published>2010-07-01T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:15:50.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 12-13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "God has saved for the final inning some of His strongest and most valiant children...Make no mistake about it - you are a marked generation.  There has never been more expected of the faithful in such a short period of time than there is of us...The final outcome is certain - the forces of righteousness will finally win.  But what remains to be seen is where each of us personally, now and in the future, will stand in this battle - and how tall we will stand.  Will we be true to...our foreordained mission?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Ezra Taft Benson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "To what callings do you think you've been foreordained?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Hard question for me.  The only thing I feel foreordained to personally, is motherhood.  I may have other things, but that is all that comes to mind for me.  Well, I guess I was a foreordained "Christian", but we all were since we all chose to follow Jesus and come to this Earth.  I am far from living as a prophet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I do believe I will be on the righteous side to the battle, I guess I already feel like every day I'm on the righteous side to the battle, despite my faults and sins, I believe in Jesus Christ.  I want to do better, and I want to be better.  I don't think I would ever feel worthy enough, or like I'm doing everything right.....the more right or good I do, the more I realize I need to do better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I hope when my mission is over I will be able to look back, and marvel that I was able to accomplish it.....that's a really hard thing for me to imagine in my self-critical body!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-1471106509215364270?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/1471106509215364270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=1471106509215364270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/1471106509215364270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/1471106509215364270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/07/alma-12-13.html' title='Alma 12-13'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-2539806664856371812</id><published>2010-06-30T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T18:40:42.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Back On Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;If up to date, study Alma 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What are some of the questions Alma asks in order to ponder the process of becoming converted or reborn?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-2539806664856371812?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/2539806664856371812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=2539806664856371812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2539806664856371812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2539806664856371812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/06/get-back-on-schedule.html' title='Get Back On Schedule'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-5362402979831356659</id><published>2010-06-29T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T12:04:25.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 10-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "What a comfort to know that  all who have been disadvantaged in life from birth defects, from mortal injuries, from disease, or from the natural deterioration of old age will be resurrected in 'proper and perfect frame'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dallin&lt;/span&gt; H. Oaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How does it bring you hope knowing that because of Christ we will all live again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well, it definitely makes this life more bearable, and more just.  It doesn't seem fair that so many have to live with harder things to deal with than others.  It's also necessary for this world to hold challenges and hard things.....for without the hardships....there would be no gratitude for the good.  All things in balance, good and evil, happiness and grief, etc... .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, it is part of our mortal testing to go through these things here...but oh, the joy that comes with the knowledge that our loved ones are not just unfairly tormented.  The knowledge that they are in a perfect form, free from pain, deformity, and completely whole....is joyful!  It brings me great comfort to know that I have two perfect sisters on the other side of the veil.  The next time I see them, they will be vibrant, healthy, beautiful, glorious and happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is the greatest gift from our Heavenly Father....our bodies.  As imperfect as they are on this earth, they are necessary for our progression.  And after this life, they will be full of glory and light.  We will be eternally grateful for them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-5362402979831356659?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/5362402979831356659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=5362402979831356659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5362402979831356659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5362402979831356659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/06/alma-10-11.html' title='Alma 10-11'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-130152298346331700</id><published>2010-06-28T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T19:12:30.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June in a nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So here is the recap of June for us! (Warning...this blog is long, and has lots of pics!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;*My dads birthday is June 1st, and this year he turned 69! My dad is a one-of-a-kind original! He still has a thick head of dark hair, (hardly any grays), he's tan, and buff, and in great shape! He is about as intelligent as it gets, and can discuss just about any topic you can come up with, and has a strong opinion about everything! He is a great scriptorian, and has some of the best stories himself to tell. He is a cancer survivor, and one of the hardest working men I have ever known. We tease him a lot, and he takes it like a man....but there is no one like our Pops! He has been a wonderful father, always making sure that his children know that they are loved, and not alone! Happy Birthday Poppy! You are the Best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495416626732726306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOkTlkt-CI/AAAAAAAABlM/QGNEDrd90N8/s320/DSC06300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(My dad in all his "Suns presents")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;*Jeff and I had our first date in quite a long time. No pics, but we went to dinner and a movie, and it was really nice to have some alone time. We both had a brief reminder of  our "pre-children" world of humor, and conversation! We really need to do that more often!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;*Katie got the pox finally!  It took her long enough! She finally completely scabbed over the day we left to go on our vacation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;*We went to Las Vegas, and St. George for the Conner Family Reunion! We had sooooo much fun! So, on the way up, we stayed at the South Point in Vegas which was off the strip, and an awesome hotel for families! It had movie theatre, bowling alley, lots of restaraunts, arcade, and a great pool area! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495416631063767362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOkT1tUaUI/AAAAAAAABlU/x_nHxyG31Yo/s320/DSC06303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Boys were so happy to be there after the long drive!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;(I don't know how they made that boring trip, with dvd's, and video games....torture!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495416636714006770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOkUKwcOPI/AAAAAAAABlc/uPNsqN2ZhHM/s320/DSC06304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The boys walking over to the kiddie pool (Kt is already in it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;*Then we went up to St. George and had so much fun! As usual my Uncle Mike, and Aunt Teresa outdid themselves on being the perfect hosts! We had some delicious food, games, and fun including, chocolate milk pong, dodgeball, pinata, silent auction, talent show, shooting guns, we didn't get to do the motorcycle riding this time, but it was still a blast! Very well organized by my 2 beautiful cousings Bria, and Kimmie! Thanks guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495416645869794434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOkUs3WdII/AAAAAAAABls/NxuvRIS2Gq0/s320/DSC06317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Colby and best friend Jayce torturing poor Zac!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495417256132541570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOk4ORU_II/AAAAAAAABl0/vMg_qxRV_ZI/s320/DSC06326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My mom and Aunt Teresa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495417261374506658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOk4hzHBqI/AAAAAAAABl8/mA1pb1uT4G4/s320/DSC06347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Let the Dodge Ball Begin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495417274152996658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOk5RZvTzI/AAAAAAAABmE/wgFqOr-AWKY/s320/DSC06356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495417285734670786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOk58jBocI/AAAAAAAABmM/ga2c8I9_wOA/s320/DSC06368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My dad, cousin Kitty, and Aunt Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495417291457258482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOk6R3ZY_I/AAAAAAAABmU/HUsOiBI8nmw/s320/DSC06369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cute brothers waiting for the talent show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;(You might notice Tyler's goose-egg on his head from a fall he had earlier at the pool...poor baby!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495417624209845890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOlNpdy7oI/AAAAAAAABmc/wi4CTefeB7Y/s320/DSC06374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My niece Tylee in heaven surrounded by her entourage of cousins!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495417628441967362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOlN5Oz-wI/AAAAAAAABmk/Ftfm9N_eM3g/s320/DSC06371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thoughts of teenagers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"She's cute"    "He's cute"     "This is stupid...why am I here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495417631026262002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOlOC29L_I/AAAAAAAABms/ds3byYAHy8k/s320/DSC06382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My nephew Colby, and my Brother Adam getting ready for the dope "Cox Family Rap" written by yours truly!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495417646051076098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOlO61JqAI/AAAAAAAABm8/BsgV2ZV3Vac/s320/DSC06415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;These are my cousins BJ and Brax...you can't not LOVE these guys!  They are handsome, sweet, and the MOST FUN people to hang around in the WORLD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495418164414067442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOltF4hMvI/AAAAAAAABnE/xIqeJ7p9UjA/s320/DSC06416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My cousin Christie, and my mom holding up a pic of my sister Stacey so that she could be photographed at the reuinion too! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495418172788735282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOltlFMfTI/AAAAAAAABnM/uAlJofaD_nU/s320/DSC06421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My Uncle Mike with his beautiful daughter Bria! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495417636114845810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOlOV0K0HI/AAAAAAAABm0/ZA_m5Ma2AFQ/s320/DSC06414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My Uncle Mike (The genius mechanic) was also kind enough to change our brake pads while we were there....he is the sweetest man on the planet!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;*On the way back, we stopped back in Vegas and stayed at the Las Vegas Hilton, and took the kids sight seeing to see just about everything! They loved it, and were worn out!!! Perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495418172596397970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOltkXVp5I/AAAAAAAABnU/GpyHUGT57-s/s320/DSC06435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Austin and Katelyn swimming at the Hilton pool!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495418179039405378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOlt8XeJUI/AAAAAAAABnc/4FQfOgnunE0/s320/DSC06443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jeff and I always end up seeing the funniest stuff on vacations....at the Hilton pool there was this gay guy out there doing yoga for like an hour....this was the least offensive pose that I captured....who does that????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495418632213415698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOmIUkkxxI/AAAAAAAABns/eimubj0Df5Y/s320/DSC06455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Quick family pic at the Mirage...love this hotel!!! One of my all time favs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495418638082079650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOmIqbxe6I/AAAAAAAABn0/EToAgQj9zLg/s320/DSC06460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had lunch at CPK (California Pizza Kitchen) inside the Mirage...after lunch, Jeff offered KT (the scaredy cat) $20 to let him pull her loose tooth right then (it was pretty darn loose)...she declined...then he offered to buy her a stuffed white tiger...she agreed....he yanked....she cried....still had the tooth...she got the tiger anyway....gotta love those guilty feelings daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495418651697584898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOmJdJ9mwI/AAAAAAAABoE/aBkPM3LjeT4/s320/DSC06465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Austin and KT acting like lions in front of MGM Lion!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495418660503581010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOmJ99ecVI/AAAAAAAABoM/Uk9ct54bbNg/s320/DSC06470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The lion exhibit at MGM was cool, cause the lions were asleep on top of a glass tunnel, so we walked underneath them, and that is where I took the shot, you can see their faces smooshed against the glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495419147251969682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOmmTPVbpI/AAAAAAAABoc/PQAxA-fPUuU/s320/DSC06478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Austin at M&amp;amp;M World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495419153866370722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOmmr4VLqI/AAAAAAAABok/8Rr7DZfC2TA/s320/DSC06484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the M&amp;amp;M Nascar...Austin was dying to take a pic in front of this car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495419171532730226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOmntsUb3I/AAAAAAAABo0/tBS6RiYiuhc/s320/DSC06497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was taken inside the Bellagio after the fountain show...Bellisimo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495419560890612914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOm-YKePLI/AAAAAAAABo8/XgLyfvvzSzM/s320/DSC06498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tuckered out babies....notice KT has her tiger!  :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495419559324943986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOm-SVMBnI/AAAAAAAABpE/6kwsiJ3JEL8/s320/DSC06505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was a hotel sign right before we crossed Hoover Dam!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495419566306250626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOm-sVqT4I/AAAAAAAABpM/A8hVSv0z-Ow/s320/DSC06509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They have made a lot of progress in the last year on the new bridge...it is amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This was a much needed fun family vacation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;*So, the night we got home from Vegas, I was helping get KT ready for bed, and her tooth was just dangling...so I just took matters into my own hands, and got a little dental floss, and tied it around that tooth, and out it POPPED!  She was a little shocked, cause it happened so fast, but glad it was over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495419570253328082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOm-7Ct7tI/AAAAAAAABpU/i-2c6xPhVRo/s320/DSC06516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;KT lost her first tooth! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;(You can still see the pox on her face...poor little thing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495419571597680210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOm_ADPHlI/AAAAAAAABpc/y736uBCHSHE/s320/DSC06519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Putting her tooth under her pillow......and...............VOILA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495420173838467794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOniDkoQtI/AAAAAAAABpk/Su137OJhm0M/s320/DSC06521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;MONEY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;*When Toy Story 3 came out, I had to take Austin, and Tyler (Katelyn does not enjoy the movies, and never wants to go because they are too loud for her sensitive hearing). But I tagged along with Becky and her kids, and it was so much fun! Great movie, my kids loved it, (I even found myself teary-eyed at the end). I was a little worried about Tyler in the beginning, but he did not move an inch the entire movie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;*June is also two of my sisters birthdays. My mom and I decided to take my sister Lori out for her birthday and some much needed girl/sister time! (My older sis could not be there due to her previous duties as an angel...we miss you Tatie!) We went to eat and went to see Knight and Day, and hung out afterwards, and laughed and laughed....it was a really fun night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495420185989128594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOniw1koZI/AAAAAAAABp0/3KeBvFTOuIU/s320/DSC06529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This pic cracks me up because my hand looks like "Thing" from the Adam's Family!  I love my sis!  She truly is the BEST sis anyone could ever ask for!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;*We have been swimming A LOT! It is too hot to do anything else. My mom only lives about 10 minutes away, so we swim about 3 days a week! We love Mimi and Pops for letting us use their pool at our disposal! :) Not sure how we survived the summers until you guys moved out here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Now on to JULY!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-130152298346331700?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/130152298346331700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=130152298346331700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/130152298346331700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/130152298346331700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-in-nutshell.html' title='June in a nutshell'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/TEOkTlkt-CI/AAAAAAAABlM/QGNEDrd90N8/s72-c/DSC06300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-5956343785623127750</id><published>2010-06-28T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:36:57.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 7-9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "To succor means to 'run to.'  I testify that in my fears and in my infirmities the Savior has surely run to me.  I will never be able to thank Him enough for such personal kindness and such loving care."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Jeffrey R. Holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "Why is it helpful to remember that the Savior knows what it's like to have your problems?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well, how can someone help you if they don't understand what you are going through?  We all talk to friends, spouses, neighbors, and/or family members about our problems...but do they solve them for us?  They listen, and sympathize, and sometimes offer advice, but there is only One who really "knows".  Jesus Christ knows exactly how we feel.  He knows what it feels like to feel scared, to feel completely alone, to feel humiliated, to feel betrayed, and any and every other feeling we have ever had.  HE KNOWS!  That's amazing considering that Jesus Christ was the only person to have no sin whatsoever on Earth, and yet He felt every single person's sin.  Humbling to think about.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It is such a comfort to know that there is somewhere that we can turn with our problems.  There is someone we can talk to about them.  It is comforting to know that our pain has been felt by someone else that loves us, and wants to help us, and really understands the hurt.  To quote one of my favorite hymns that sums this all up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Confused at the grace that so fully He proffers me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I tremble to know that for me He was crucified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;That for me a sinner, He suffered, He bled and died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Oh it is wonderful that He should care for me enough to die for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Oh it is wonderful, wonderful to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I marvel that He would descend from His throne divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;To rescue a soul so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rebellious&lt;/span&gt; and proud as mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;That He should extend His great love unto such as I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Sufficient to own, to redeem, and to justify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Oh it is wonderful that He should care for me enough to die for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Oh, it is wonderful, wonderful to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-5956343785623127750?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/5956343785623127750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=5956343785623127750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5956343785623127750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5956343785623127750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/06/alma-7-9.html' title='Alma 7-9'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-8663165754931067544</id><published>2010-06-27T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T17:15:36.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger's Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, I don't know if you noticed or not....I haven't been bloggin' lately.  I have been so resistant to blogging ever since I started that Book of Mormon reading program....I have fought to even look at blogs....hmmm....I wonder why???  (Satan)  I apologize to any of you that started the reading program with me, and then realized how unreliable, and inconsistent I am...buy hey...now you know...I'm unreliable, and inconsistent...(please remember that if you need someone to do you a favor!  haha j/k)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In any case, I have decided today that I am going to finish my reading challenge, even though I have missed a bunch of days...I AM GOING TO FINISH!  I have also set a goal to blog about something going on with our family at least one time a week....I'm sure that I can come up with at least one thing one time a week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I hope that I can work on the consistency thing a little more...I mean it's embarrassing for the world to know how easily distracted I get...which is why I thought the pressure would keep me on course....but...oh, you know the rest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So here is to new enthusiasm and determination!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-8663165754931067544?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/8663165754931067544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=8663165754931067544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8663165754931067544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8663165754931067544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/06/bloggers-block.html' title='Blogger&apos;s Block'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-2524510178742315826</id><published>2010-05-23T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:18:46.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 5-6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "The Lord works from the inside out.  The world works from the outside in.  The world would take people out of the slums.  Christ takes the slums out of people, and then they take themselves out of the slums.  The world would mold men by changing their  environment.  Christ changes men, who then change their environment.  The world would shape human behavior, but Christ can change human nature."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Ezra Taft Benson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What would someone see in your countenance?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Hopefully, I have a Christlike countenance.  I do desire more than anything to follow Christ.  I am wayyyy far from perfect, and make daily mistakes, but the righteous desire of my heart is to keep the commandments, and do good, and be good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I couldn't agree with today's quote more.  What a profound statement for today's constant struggle with "social justice".  I have a hard time swallowing this "extreme equality" for all men, that this government is trying to force down my throat!  The sad thing is, if people were free to keep the money they've earned, they would be a lot more generous with giving it to people in need.  But since all of us are forced to give more than we can afford to, we can't donate to any extra causes that we might want to.  Sad.  Just because you move a person from an environment, doesn't mean that person is going to appreciate it, or change because of it.  The changing of the person does need to occur first.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I remember, not too long ago, seeing Bill Cosby on some show, and he wasn't trying to "save" everyone in the slums, but he was saying to them "...start taking pride in your residence, and communities.  If you have a hole in your wall, patch it up, if you see litter, pick it up...etc".  He was basically saying take pride in your community and set an example, rather than contributing to the problem, in hopes that the government will come in and "save" you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;There is only one Savior in this world, and His name is Jesus Christ....it is not the United States Government!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-2524510178742315826?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/2524510178742315826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=2524510178742315826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2524510178742315826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2524510178742315826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/05/alma-5-6.html' title='Alma 5-6'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-7630807200667235814</id><published>2010-05-22T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T12:39:47.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alma 2-4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "Safety can't be won by tanks and guns and airplanes and atomic bombs.  There is only one place of safety and that is in the realm of the Almighty God that he gives to those who keep his commandments and listen to his voice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Harold B. Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "Why were the Nephites strengthened by the Lord?  How can we receive the Lord's help in the challenges we face?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The Nephites were always strengthened by the Lord, when they humbled themselves and asked for help.  It is the same for us...when we humble ourselves, and strive to keep the commandments, we are blessed, and strengthened.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is an interesting question to me because this is a very scary time that we live in today.  We may not have our cities and homes literally under attack....but we are under attack never-the-less.  Things in the book of Revelations are happening every day, and everywhere we look.  This government is sucking the life out of what made this country....freedom.  More scary for me is the challenges that my children will face....what will their futures be like?  I have a hard time planning in my mind, missions, and weddings, and college, because I don't know what the state of the world will be in in the next fives years, ten years, and so on...it's rapidly changing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And in this state of chronic chaos, I find myself at times feeling scared, and worried....and I have to constantly remind myself that fear is the opposite of faith.  I know that the Lord will help me, and He will help any of His children that ask for His help.  The Gospel of Jesus Christ is the only thing in this world that brings me true comfort....for if my faith was only in this world....I would be in a serious state of depression!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-7630807200667235814?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/7630807200667235814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=7630807200667235814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/7630807200667235814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/7630807200667235814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/05/alma-2-4.html' title='Alma 2-4'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-504665094580089771</id><published>2010-05-21T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T11:55:15.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosiah 29-Alma 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I need to start this post by saying that I miss my sister terribly...Stacey Lynn Cope...it was 12 years ago that she died!  I love my Tatielyn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "The Nephite prophets repeatedly identified the wearing of costly clothing with apostasy and failure to live by gospel standards."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Bruce R. McConkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What might your way of dressing say about you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It would say...."girl, you need a trip to Ross!" :) I agree that wearing expensive clothing just seems like such a wasted luxury. Everyone likes to have nice things, and I am no exception to that, but when I see the people in Hollywood, wearing only "designer" stuff, and their followers, who will buy anything because they saw their favorite celebrity in it, just blows my mind. I would never spend $1,000++ on a dress or a purse, or shoes...that's just craziness! All of that wasted money could clothe a lot of needy people, or feed a lot of needy people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I don't think that the gospel teaches us to wear rags and give every cent we have....rather...in my opinion....teaches us to look clean, and presentable, and to give what we can, when we can. If our hearts are set upon looking perfect in this world, and having the praise for it....then we better enjoy every second of it....'cause we are not taking it with us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;On a side note, in today's reading I came across this verse...Mosiah 29:27 "And if the time comes that the voice of the people doth choose iniquity, then is the time that the judgments of God will come upon you; yea, then is the time he will visit you with great destruction even as he has hitherto visited this land." I think this has been a long time coming in this country, and the past year has been unbelievable! I feel it is important to speak out for righteousness, even though it is not the "popular opinion".....but I truly feel that there are more Christians that have good hearts in this country than these evil people trying to force their ways upon us....but we are so silent....in voice and in vote....and that needs to change!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-504665094580089771?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/504665094580089771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=504665094580089771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/504665094580089771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/504665094580089771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/05/mosiah-29-alma-1.html' title='Mosiah 29-Alma 1'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-5483793190590747633</id><published>2010-05-20T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:20:21.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosiah 26-28</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "You always need to confess your sins to the Lord.  If they are serious transgressions, such as immorality, they need to be confessed to a bishop or stake president.  Please understand that confession is not repentance.  It is an essential step, but is not itself adequate.  Partial confession by mentioning lesser mistakes will not help you resolve a more serious, undisclosed transgression.  Essential to forgiveness is a willingness to fully disclose to the Lord and, where necessary, His priesthood judge all that you have done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Richard G. Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "Why is confession an essential part of repentance?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Confession is a very important part of repentance because it means that you are humbling yourself to be subject to judgement....that's not easy for anyone.  Even if you know what the punishment will be, it is not an easy thing to say "I messed up, and here's what I did, even though I know it was wrong".  You can't have a truly repentant attitude, and not be willing to openly admit that you made a mistake, or committed a sin.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The Lord already knows what we think, feel, and do every second of every day....He doesn't need us to tell Him, however, when we humble ourselves, and acknowledge our sins, through prayer, it is an opportunity for us to exercise faith in Him, that He loves us enough to forgive us our sins.  Saying that you're sorry always makes you feel better, and so it is with repentance.  The whole process of repentance is recognizing how bad you feel for breaking a commandment, and feeling unworthy to receive blessings, acknowledging or confessing that you broke a commandment, then apologizing for breaking that commandment, and trying your best not to do it again, and finally accepting any consequence of that decision.  All of these elements are important to the repentance process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-5483793190590747633?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/5483793190590747633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=5483793190590747633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5483793190590747633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5483793190590747633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/05/mosiah-26-28.html' title='Mosiah 26-28'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-4190304208626758803</id><published>2010-05-20T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T12:06:54.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get on Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;If you are up to date with your reading, take time to study Mosiah 14-15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "Abinadi quoted Isaiah to testify of the Savior.  What did Isaiah teach about Christ?  What can you learn about th eSavior from Abinadi's testimony?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-4190304208626758803?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/4190304208626758803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=4190304208626758803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4190304208626758803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4190304208626758803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/05/get-on-schedule.html' title='Get on Schedule'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-1183929241112692679</id><published>2010-05-19T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T09:26:07.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosiah 24-25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "We should seek to be happy and cheerful and not allow Satan to overcome us with discouragement, despair, or depression."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "The Lord...loves us..., comforts and strengthens us, and enables us to bear our afflictions with patience and fortitude."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder George Q. Cannon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How can we submit more cheerfully to the will of the Lord?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Interesting that this question comes on a day when I am not in a particularly good mood...and of course these quotes make me reflect and want to be more cheerful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, in answer to the question, it has been my experience that life, in general, is easier when we are cheerful and look for the good.  It doesn't matter what hardship we are facing, there is always something good that we can focus on, there is always something we can be grateful for (not saying we have to be grateful for the actual hardship, but other things in our lives at the time of the hardship).  I think that every single time we do turn over our burdens to the Lord, he will happily take them IF WE LET HIM.  Many people don't really want to completely turn over their burdens, because they feel the need to continue to carry it...but when they are ready, He will take it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have seen the Lord make unbearable things bearable.  I have seen Him turn something horrible into something good.  The scriptures teach us this very thing. In fact, in today's reading assignment, Alma's people were put under horrible burdens by Amulon and it was a hard thing to bear.  Yet, they kept a prayer in their hearts all the time, and the Lord made their burdens seem lighter.  He helped them to complete their tasks in an easier manner.  I sort of liken that today to maybe someone in debt (no of course not me, I would never go into debt...:)).  When you have a lot of debt, it seems so burdensome to pay everything on time, and when you don't pay on time, you get letters, and a bazillion phone calls (I've heard...never had one :))  and you feel sooooo trapped, and helpless.  Alright, alright, I admit, I've been there.  It's depressing.  Here's what I've learned.  When I talk to my debtors, I try to talk to them cheerfully.  I apologize for being late on my payment.  I assure them that I have every intention of paying them back.  I try my hardest to remember that it is just a person on the other end of the phone being paid something around minimum wage that has a job to do.  It can't be a very pleasant job for them, so I try to be nice, which is probably unique for them.  I feel happier when I do this.  If I can pay half of my bill, I feel grateful that I was able to do that.  I feel grateful that my husband works so hard to pay for the things that we need, and that he has allowed me to stay home with my children, which is the greatest desire of my heart.  I have much to be thankful for, even in a burdensome time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So to re-cap, pray, give thanks for all the things that are good, and be willing to allow the Lord to remove the burden from your shoulder.  Look for the good, and look for every opportunity to laugh that you can find.  If you wait for perfect circumstances to be happy, you won't ever be....it is possible to be happy even during difficult times.  And that is my take on today's question.  Have a wonderful and cheerful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-1183929241112692679?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/1183929241112692679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=1183929241112692679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/1183929241112692679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/1183929241112692679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/05/mosiah-24-25.html' title='Mosiah 24-25'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-4177355627428190764</id><published>2010-05-15T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T19:02:37.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Spring Catch-up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So aside from being wayyyy behind in my Book of Mormon reading assignments, I'm also wayyyy behind in family stuff....so here is the last few months of the Shiflet family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471670252663130450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9HGsoOyVI/AAAAAAAABg8/y_d0N81PesE/s320/DSC06113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In April, the boys had their annual Father/Sons Campout, which the boys were soooo excited about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471670253799629346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9HGw3MYiI/AAAAAAAABhE/IPx3gsyFcxU/s320/DSC06114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Jeff had a hard time getting Tyler out of the tent after he set it up...(first camping trip and all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471670264503725954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9HHYvP74I/AAAAAAAABhM/3Gx4DLxM4aQ/s320/DSC06116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;They enjoyed their lunch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471670273079053906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9HH4rxDlI/AAAAAAAABhU/_n5xWtWz18E/s320/DSC06118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;went for a walk....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471673290838123858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9J3itmJVI/AAAAAAAABks/BZzlw0NzSHM/s320/DSC06123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sat around the campfire...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471673296156089826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9J32hf3eI/AAAAAAAABk0/35HnqSBM6AM/s320/DSC06125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Got to sleep in their sleeping bags (Tyler still talks about his Buzz sleeping bag...so cute!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471673302515791714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9J4ONxN2I/AAAAAAAABk8/cy1dtVUfhHw/s320/DSC06129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The next morning did a little fishin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471673307241990754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9J4f0lSmI/AAAAAAAABlE/7pz84iQsxbY/s320/DSC06137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What do ya know....beginner's luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471670912742232162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9HtHnWkGI/AAAAAAAABiM/p9D_Iujjc8Q/s320/DSC06142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Whew...camping is hard work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I had scouts at my house in April and the theme was "Spring Into Action" and I try to find "themed treats" for the boys so I found this recipe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471670915274625026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9HtRDH0AI/AAAAAAAABiU/kgkjGZ2JBl4/s320/DSC06144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bird nest cookies...they didn't taste all that great, but they looked the part I guess....(hey, I told you this was random)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Then at the end of April, my kids had their annual "Spring Sing" end of the year concert.  Right next door to the school is a little farm, and they have this baby horse that Katelyn is obsessed with, so on the way to the concert, I let her stop for a minute and say hi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471670924825468354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9Ht0oOHcI/AAAAAAAABic/Ql3TR35XBCQ/s320/DSC06147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471670936277642722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9HufSobeI/AAAAAAAABis/ldAWmQlbvWM/s320/DSC06159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Katelyn getting lined up, freezin' (it was chilly and windy out there) and she had just gotten over her second round of pneumonia...but she really wanted to go and sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471671348754765074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9IGf411RI/AAAAAAAABi0/dhukTvhWyF0/s320/DSC06160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Austin's class getting ready, (he's in the blue shirt near the top)...the kids did a great job, I love all the cute little patriotic songs that their music teacher teaches them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We are also rounding up this season with Desert View Little League...this was Austin's second year, and it was his first year of kid pitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471671351210174610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9IGpCQaJI/AAAAAAAABi8/6DAS-60jRzk/s320/DSC06169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Even though his coaches never let him try to be pitcher, he likes to pretend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471671355340914066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9IG4bGfZI/AAAAAAAABjE/z-eqBHIPtlA/s320/DSC06171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This year, he was on the Raptors, which I guess is a minor league team in Ogden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471671364921334754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9IHcHQG-I/AAAAAAAABjM/7P0ijEYhywI/s320/DSC06175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Batter Up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;May brought a lot of extra activities for us....all of the end of the school year stuff, and some other surprises...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471671799370788258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9IgukEraI/AAAAAAAABjk/goZP8aEeU5w/s320/DSC06203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The kids finished their second year of Let's Play Music...here they are with their beautiful teacher Carolee Brown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471671374161347682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9IH-iPhGI/AAAAAAAABjU/wvJKxSUiTI8/s320/DSC06177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Katelyn getting warmed up before the recital...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471671791269015234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9IgQYdbsI/AAAAAAAABjc/vx3yNdknb8M/s320/DSC06179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Austin getting ready...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471671803685548258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9Ig-oysOI/AAAAAAAABjs/kVJoUL_ctK0/s320/DSC06208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Katie with her graduation of Yellow Indians certificate (I'm so proud of you Katie!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471671807711982258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9IhNoxMrI/AAAAAAAABj0/rKHd9qXou2M/s320/DSC06211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Austin using his for a guitar....(I'm proud of you too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Austin yawned through a lot of his concert, and wasn't acting like his usual self, the next day I found out why....came home from school with a fever, and then wah-lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471671811417782066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9IhbcTNzI/AAAAAAAABj8/g40as83fim8/s320/DSC06213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Pox Baby!  Poor Baby got the Chicken Pox....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;After finally getting him over that...Katelyn had her end of the year dance recital...and she did wonderful!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471672192305486402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9I3mXAWkI/AAAAAAAABkE/cY9ZYswPSI8/s320/DSC06227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Her first outfit for swan lake beautifully done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471672202441541922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9I4MHoSSI/AAAAAAAABkM/qnve8z6RqdM/s320/DSC06231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Katie posing as a lion for her "Lion King" number...so cute...to "I'm gonna be a mighty king..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471672206454325042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9I4bEWfzI/AAAAAAAABkU/Z0x6_Uvz9N8/s320/DSC06239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Of course her daddy gave her flowers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471672216360071602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9I4_-EMbI/AAAAAAAABkc/QT8fcXecP_w/s320/DSC06243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Her Mimi and Pops came to see her perform...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471672220304488898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9I5OqfOcI/AAAAAAAABkk/wRLiucpjI5Y/s320/DSC06246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and of course Katelyn with her darling dance teacher Sara Jones (who worked so hard and did an outstanding job...inspite of being 7 months preggos)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, that has been our lives the past few weeks.  I am determined to catch up my reading assignments, and send apologies to anyone that was doing it with me, that I let down.  I hope that the summer brings some much needed rest, and lots of non-scheduled fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-4177355627428190764?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/4177355627428190764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=4177355627428190764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4177355627428190764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4177355627428190764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-spring-catch-up.html' title='Random Spring Catch-up!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S-9HGsoOyVI/AAAAAAAABg8/y_d0N81PesE/s72-c/DSC06113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-5889474423307666924</id><published>2010-05-04T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T14:43:26.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosiah 21-23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "Life is full of difficulties, some minor and others of a more serious nature.  There seems to be an unending supply of challenges for one and all.  Our problem is that we often expect instantaneous solutions to such challenges, forgetting that frequently the heavenly virtue of patience is required."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Thomas S. Monson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "When is it most difficult for you to be patient?  Why is patience important?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Patience is difficult for just about everyone I know when they are struggling.  I am sure that there are several reasons that we do not even know about for the need of having patience.  I know that one of the reasons is because if we had instant gratification all the time, we would have no appreciation.  The longer we struggle, the more grateful we are for the relief when it is over....just like a city in severe drought for years, is so grateful for every little drop of rain, while, other cities that have sufficient don't even care one way or the other.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Another reason, in my opinion, is because it draws us closer to the Lord to have challenges.  We need to rely on Him and His timing, which is difficult because we can't see what He sees, and we don't know what He knows.  Patience, gratitude, faith, knowledge, and charity are all intertwined with each other....it seems as though one depends upon the other.  The more we have of one of these virtues, the easier it is to obtain the others.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It is definitely most difficult for me to be patient when it comes to children's sufferings (especially my children).  I hate to see children have to go through unjust and terrible things.  I have to constantly remind myself that their trials are necessary for their growth of faith and character for them.  I truly believe in my heart that Heavenly Father does not allow "unnecessary suffering" on this Earth.  I don't think He causes it, we do have free agency, but all of the suffering we endure teaches us, strengthens us, and will eternally help us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-5889474423307666924?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/5889474423307666924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=5889474423307666924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5889474423307666924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5889474423307666924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/05/mosiah-21-23.html' title='Mosiah 21-23'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-8928183900397053980</id><published>2010-05-03T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:11:18.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosiah 18-20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "We show by our behavior what we believe.  Surely we are standing as witnesses of God when we sustain his living prophets, especially when we know what it means to sustain.   We will abide by the direction and counsel of the prophets.  We indeed become witnesses when we make this solemn covenant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Sister Janette Hales Beckham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What commitments are part of our baptismal covenant?  In what ways do you try to keep those commitments?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The commitments that we make during our baptism include keeping the commandments, and serving the Lord with all our hearts, might, mind and strength.  We are promising to stand as a witness of Him at all times, and in all things, and in all places.  We are promising to bear one another's burdens, to comfort those that stand in need of comfort, and to mourn with those that mourn.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We should all be striving to follow Jesus Christs' example on this earth...and he did all of those things, and so much more.  It is impossible for us to be perfect as He was, but we can look to see how He lived His life, and look at the commandments He has given us to live by, and strive to be better each day than we did the day before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-8928183900397053980?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/8928183900397053980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=8928183900397053980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8928183900397053980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8928183900397053980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/05/mosiah-18-20.html' title='Mosiah 18-20'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-5121782110400901456</id><published>2010-05-02T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T09:37:09.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosiah 15-17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "You don't need to compromise your standards to be accepted by good friends.  The more obedient you are...the more the Lord can help you overcome temptation.  You can also help others because they will feel your strength.  Let them know about your standards by consistently living them...No one intends to make serious mistakes.  They come when you compromise your standards to be more accepted by others.  You be the strong one.  you be the leader.  Choose good friends and resist peer pressure together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Richard G. Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "Why did King Noah not resist the pressure from the evil priests?  What helps you to resist peer pressure?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I'm glad to have this idea reinforced to me, because I have found myself struggling with my kids following the ways of their friends, even if it conflicts with the teachings of the gospel.  I have had many conversations with my kids lately about setting the example instead of following other kids examples.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I believe King Noah loved his lifestyle too much to give it up.  He did not want to humble himself to even consider that he was doing wrong.  We see this in today's society, where people with wealth look at poorer people and judge them, and say "who are you to tell me anything?".  There was one point where King Noah was fearful of Abinidi, and was about to release him, but his priests convinced him to stay the course of death.  His priests did not want to give up their lifestyles, and they certainly did not want this random guy to come in and make them look bad as priests....that he would know more than they did....not good for the priests.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I think everyone in life is subject to peer pressure....some positive, some negative.  We all give in at times, at least to some small degree.  There are certain things that I never struggled with because I had made up my mind at an early age that I wasn't going to do them.  An example of that for me was drinking.  I went to a lot of parties where people drank, and I never wanted to and I never did, despite the attempts made to get me to do so.  There are other things that I did fall under the pressure, for example, for me, on thing was cussing.  I had a horrible mouth when I was younger.  I still have a hard time not using any bad language ever, and I catch myself all the time.  My kids have heard me use bad language, and I've heard them say those words...and I've told them that I'm sorry for setting that example, and that the best reason not to use those words, is because it is very hard to stop.  It's much easier if you just don't do it to begin with, and I think that is true of all bad things.  The best way to resist peer pressure, in my opinion, is just to make up your mind TODAY that you are not going to do A, B, C, D..etc... regardless of who is or what people think of you.  You need to know for yourself why you don't want to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-5121782110400901456?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/5121782110400901456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=5121782110400901456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5121782110400901456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5121782110400901456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/05/mosiah-15-17.html' title='Mosiah 15-17'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-263734739650575276</id><published>2010-05-01T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T09:29:44.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosiah 12-14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "When I was a little boy...I came home from school one day, threw my books on the table, and took the name of the Lord in vain in expressing my relief that school was out for the day. My mother heard me. She was shocked. She took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom...then proceeded to wash my mouth out with that terrible soap...and then said, 'Don't let me ever hear such words from your lips again.' The taste was terrible. The reprimand was worse. I have never forgotten it, and I hope that I have never used the Lord's name in vain since that time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How can we keep the Lord's name sacred?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;What an appropriate question considering the day and age in which we live. I can't believe how common place it is for people to take the Lord's name in vain. I hear it everyday, whether it be on tv, the radio, in the store, emails and texts (OMG....even Mormons use this and in their minds its meaning is Oh my gosh....but isn't that like ordering non-alcoholic beer?) My children hear it regularly, and have also said it themselves a time or two. It is very offensive to me. I cringe when I hear it. Especially when I hear it said in front of my children. They are so impressionable, and to hear it every day makes them more likely to be de-sensitized to it. In all honesty, I would rather my kids say a cuss word than take the Lord's name in vain. I have tried to set an example for them, and I try to talk about it with them on a regular basis...I don't know how to completely obliterate it from their lives, because it is everywhere, everyday. Kids they go to school with say those things all the time because their parents say it, and it is no big deal to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I actually find it ironic that so many people will take offense to someone making a comment about their "mamma", and yet they don't think twice about someone using their "creator's" name in a similar manner. Sad, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-263734739650575276?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/263734739650575276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=263734739650575276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/263734739650575276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/263734739650575276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/05/mosiah-12-14.html' title='Mosiah 12-14'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-5149469771279997595</id><published>2010-04-30T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:30:46.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosiah 9-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "The enabling and strengthening aspect of the Atonement  helps us to see and to do and to become good in ways that we could never recognize or accomplish with our limited mortal capacity.  I testify and witness that the enabling power of the Savior's Atonement is real."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder David A. Bednar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "In what ways do we depend on our own strength?  How can we more fully receive the strength of the Lord?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It's funny, I was just thinking about this.....on days when I'm just in a rush to get the kids off to school, and have a million things to do, and don't take the time to pray, I just think to myself "I need to get this done, etc..." without ever stopping to think that I wouldn't be able to do anything if it weren't for the Lord giving me the ability to do it!  I depend on my own strength a lot!  I need to stop doing that, because it never really is my strength anyway.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I know that I can receive the strength of the Lord by acknowledging Him in prayer, and asking for His help.  I also receive inner-strength when I read my scriptures.  I have a better understanding of a humble attitude when I do these things.  Especially when I think about Nephi....here's a guy that was exceptionally obedient, who built a ship, who slayed a man, and who did so much more, and yet, Nephi never, not once said, "ha!  see what I just did" or "I'd watch it if I were you Laman, you know what I'm capable of."  He never depended on his own strength or abilities, he was always submissive to the Lord, as we should all be, for no matter how much we do to obey Him, we will ALWAYS be endebted to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-5149469771279997595?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/5149469771279997595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=5149469771279997595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5149469771279997595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5149469771279997595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/mosiah-9-11.html' title='Mosiah 9-11'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-998011336784927403</id><published>2010-04-29T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:19:14.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Back On Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;If you're up to date with your reading, take time to study:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mosiah&lt;/span&gt; 3-4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "Once we've felt the Lord's forgiveness, how do we retain the remission of our sins?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-998011336784927403?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/998011336784927403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=998011336784927403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/998011336784927403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/998011336784927403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/get-back-on-schedule_29.html' title='Get Back On Schedule'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-283500305557947373</id><published>2010-04-20T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T13:34:16.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosiah 5-8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "No one can be born again without baptism, but the immersion of water and the laying on of hands to confer the Holy Ghost do not of themselves guarantee that a person has been or will be born again. The new birth takes place only for those who actually enjoy the Gift of companionship of the Holy Ghost, only for those who are fully converted, who have given themselves without restraint to the Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Bruce R. McConkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How can you more fully give yourself to the Lord to experience the might change of heart?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I think just like the quote says, being a "Christian" in name is not all that you need to do in life....you need to be humble, and submissive to the will of the Lord. In today's reading, King Limhi is explaining to Ammon that his people have fallen into transgression, and now they are slaves to the lamanites. Haven't we all been enslaved, or in bondage to something or someone in our lives because of foolish decisions (i.e. debt, addictions, etc...). We can all identify here. It doesn't mean that these are the worst people on the planet. I'm sure the majority of them are just normal, decent people, but have forgotten the importance of putting the Lord first. I've done this a million times in my life, and that is why the Book of Mormon is so great to read...because this is the theme of the whole book! And, it pertains to today just as much as back then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, I think that, as hard as it is some days, we need to be mindful of the Lord, and His commandments in order to have a desire to do better and experience a mighty change of heart. Sometime sin puts us in such dark places that we search for any glimpse of light that we can to get out of the darkness, and when you find the brightest light, you cling to it with everything you have......at least for a while. Then we get comfortable in the light, and forget how much we need it, and stray a little further, and further until the light gets dimmer and dimmer, until....BOOM! we are in the dark again...."how did this happen? the light was just there?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;When we really humble ourselves, and consider what our Savior has done for us, there is nothing that we would ever want to do to go against Him. The trick is, the more good you do, the more you want to do. The more knowledge you have, the more you realize you need to learn. Humility is being able to look at yourself and &lt;em&gt;sincerely&lt;/em&gt; know that you &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; do better, and you &lt;em&gt;desire&lt;/em&gt; to be better, and you&lt;em&gt; try&lt;/em&gt; to do better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I think the Lord works differently with all of His children. Some obtain a mighty change of heart after a painful experience, like Alma the younger. Some have a mighty change from their youth, and never lose it, like Nephi. I personally think that as soon as you have a "real" knowledge of your Father in Heaven, and his Son, Jesus Christ, that you desire that change of heart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-283500305557947373?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/283500305557947373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=283500305557947373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/283500305557947373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/283500305557947373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/mosiah-5-8.html' title='Mosiah 5-8'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-1260014023151511297</id><published>2010-04-19T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:18:40.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosiah 3-4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "Work at keeping your thoughts clean by thinking of something good.  The mind can think of only one thing at a time.  Use that fact to crowd out ugly thoughts.  Above all, don't feed thoughts by reading or watching things that are wrong.  If you don't control your thoughts, Satan will keep tempting you until you eventually act them out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Richard G. Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What helps you most to control your thoughts?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I truly believe that environment plays into the control of our thoughts.  When I am listening to primary music, for example, I have a hard time thinking of bad things.  I believe that every person on earth struggles with their thoughts in one way or another.  I know that pornography is a huge problem today, and other addictions as well.  I have a serious problem with scary movies and anxiety.  I watched a lot of scary movies in my youth, and I still remember them.  I am very sensitive to those things, and also to real life scary things....for example, when CSI came out, my husband wanted to watch it, and one of the first episodes had to do with a kidnapped child....I already have enough anxiety about those kinds of things, so if/when I watch those things, I think about them all the more, driving myself crazy.  So for me, it is really dedicating myself to not watching anything or listening to anything that puts me in mind of negative things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;As far as today's reading assignment goes, King Benjamin focused a lot on giving of our substance.  If we have food, clothing, money, etc...and don't help those in need, we are committing sin.  I wonder if we really all focused our 100% attention on giving service every day that we would never have time to think about our own problems, or have time for the negative thoughts that Elder Scott was talking about.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-1260014023151511297?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/1260014023151511297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=1260014023151511297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/1260014023151511297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/1260014023151511297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/mosiah-3-4.html' title='Mosiah 3-4'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-5768754470424857579</id><published>2010-04-18T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T10:57:11.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosiah 1-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "Our focus should be on righteousness, not recognition; on service, not status.  The faithful visiting teacher, who quietly goes about her work month after month, is just as important to the work of the Lord as those who occupy what some see as more prominent positions in the Church.  Visibility does not equate to value...When we understand why we serve we will not worry about where we serve."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Howard W. Hunter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How often do you serve?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I love this question....in my opinion, if you are a mother.....24 hours a day.  There are lots of ways to serve, and everyone has their own experiences with this, so I will not address how I serve, or people in the church serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I will, however, address the service of our government leaders.  I am just sickened at the state of our Nation.  I've always loved history, especially American history, and I know that the men that started this Nation would not want it to be this way today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In today's reading assignment, King Benjamin addresses his people before he dies.  In the first part of his speech, he talks to them about his service as their King.  He told them that he was called to be their king, and worked diligently at it every day, and that he labored with his own hands in service to his people, and that he did not burden his people with heavy taxes, so that he could just sit and live comfortably.  He was righteous, and he led by example.  He even goes on to humbly say that he wouldn't even bring it up (because he is not just boasting), but he tells them what kind of leadership they should look for in their land.  Don't try to live off of someone else's living.  Work hard every day, help others in need, live charitably, and don't try to just sit there while someone else is paying for everything you need (those that are able I'm talking about).  I would love to have every politician read King Benjamin's address, and hope that if they did, it might shake them to their core for their greediness, and selfishness.  The majority of people in "service" to our nation are looking out for themselves, and look at it as a job to make a living at, and not what can I do to help the people of this nation be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;That is my peace for now.....I'm sure there will be much more to come on that subject!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-5768754470424857579?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/5768754470424857579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=5768754470424857579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5768754470424857579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5768754470424857579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/mosiah-1-2.html' title='Mosiah 1-2'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-5828417209317864780</id><published>2010-04-17T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T10:44:05.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jarom - Words of Mormon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "We have become a nation of pleasure seeking sabbath breakers...What fits the purpose of the Sabbath?  Activities that contribute to greater spirituality...I don't believe that it is possible to keep our spirituality on a high plane by spending our Sabbaths on the beach, on the golf course...or in our own homes...looking at television."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Ezra Taft Benson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How can you more fully keep the Sabbath day holy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Jeff and I were watching the Emma Smith story last Sunday, and when she was helping write the translations of the Book of Mormon, Jeff said to me "I wonder what was on the 144 lost pages."  I never really pondered that before.  In today's reading, in Omni, he speaks of other people leaving Jerusalem at the time that King Judah was taken away captive into Babylon, and settling Zarahemla.  It also speaks of others crossing the seas to the promised land, and it made me wonder about their records.  A few weeks ago, the question was something about keeping records, and it never ceases to amaze me that there are lots and lots of other records that we don't even have that testify even more of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;One of the other things I loved about this reading assignment is the Words of Mormon in between the Books of Omni and Mosiah.  I love how here's Nephi, passing down the plates to his brother Jacob, and he passes them on to his son and so forth, and all of them basically say that the words that Nephi and Jacob have said are as plain as can be, and there is nothing more they can add because they speak the truth.  They all testify of the coming of Christ.  They all testify of the wars between the Lamanites and the Nephites, and that when the Nephites are righteous they are helped and protected, and when they are not righteous they are overcome by the Lamanites.  So, here are these guys all saying this, and then all of a sudden, a voice from hundreds of years later says, hey, I've been reading these records, and I've taken the most precious parts and abridged them.  Oh, by the way, the testifying of Christ coming, yeah, that already happened, and there are other things that these prophets of old said would happen in my day that have already happened....and they also have testified of things in the future that haven't happened yet, but they will happen...and why doubt when they've been right so far!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I love Mormon putting in that little part, so that we can see that these are not just words and prophecies that don't apply to us, or that have nothing to do with us, or that we cannot relate to....quite the contrary!  They left this record for us to read, and it speaks the truth which is eternal, and truth doesn't change, and it doesn't care what century it is in.....it is still the truth.  Keep the commandments of God, there is safety and protection in that, and if you don't, your enemies will have power over you.  Seems pretty simple, right?  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Sorry that I didn't address today's question, I've gone on long enough, I'll tackle that one another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-5828417209317864780?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/5828417209317864780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=5828417209317864780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5828417209317864780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5828417209317864780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/jarom-words-of-mormon.html' title='Jarom - Words of Mormon'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-1659746597107722057</id><published>2010-04-16T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T12:21:32.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob 6 - Enos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "How many of you, with or without serious transgressions, have ever prayed all day and into the night?  Have you ever wept and prayed for many hours?  How many of you have prayed for five hours?  for one?  for thirty minutes?  for ten?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Spencer W. Kimball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How often do you cry unto the Lord in mighty prayer?  How can you make prayer more meaningful?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I can't say that I have ever prayed the whole day and night, nor even many hours in a row.  I have had experiences of what I consider to be mighty prayer.  I don't know that I am capable of having "mighty prayer" every day.  For me, the mighty prayers have been when I have faced something difficult, or have great concern for my children, or something more than just the usual day to day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I feel that I have grown in prayer over the years, however, I still struggle with several things about prayer.  I know that it is the devil that teacheth a man not to pray.  I also believe that we should not counsel the Lord.  I feel like we should pray for our brethren, but not like a laundry list of "bless him with this, and bless them with with this, and help her and help him, etc..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;For me personally, I think prayer is for man, not for God...it is our link to Him.  And I feel prayer should be filled with mostly gratitude, and offering up the desires of our hearts, and that we should be praying for the will of the Father to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have known many people (including myself) that at some point in their lives have been like "I've been praying for this, and it's not happening, or the Lord isn't answering me in the way I want...".  Along with praying, we need to remember to listen for the answers, and sometimes they don't come until years later.  The Lord's timing is not our timing.  He already knows our needs better than we do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I don't like to say the same things in my prayers every time, yet, how can you not ever repeat things?  So, for me it is a struggle to pray several times a day, when I haven't thought of anything new to pray about, and I do carry a prayer in my heart throughout many days.  But I have had an experience in my life not too long ago (about 2 years or so) that I finally uttered the words "Thy will be done" in my prayer and meant it.  It was VERY difficult for me to say those words because of the circumstances in which I was praying about.  I really wanted what I wanted, and didn't want to really accept anything different.  Since then, I have had peace and reassurance that it is better for the Lord's will to be done than ours, because He sees the big eternal picture, we just see our hardships on this earth.  In any case, I still have much to learn about how to pray, and what to pray for, and how to listen to the answers to prayer.  But, I am grateful for the power of prayer in my life, and that I can talk to my Father in Heaven, who I know loves me and knows me better than I know myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-1659746597107722057?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/1659746597107722057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=1659746597107722057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/1659746597107722057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/1659746597107722057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/jacob-6-enos.html' title='Jacob 6 - Enos'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-4494509137718878547</id><published>2010-04-15T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:07:36.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "Give me a young man who has kept himself morally clean and has faithfully attended his Church meetings.  Give me a young man who has magnified his priesthood and has earned the Duty to God Award and is an Eagle Scout.  Give me a young man who is a seminary graduate and has a burning testimony of the Book of Mormon.  Give me such a young man, and I will give you a young man who can perform miracles for the Lord in the mission field and throughout his life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Ezra Taft Benson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How can you prepare now to labor diligently in the Lord's vineyard?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I think the best way to labor diligently in the Lord's vineyard is to keep the commandments, and set an example.  It's doing the every day things, reading the scriptures, and praying for inspiration of the Lord's will.  It is attending church meetings, and doing everything I can to magnify my callings.  It is feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, and comforting those that stand in need of comfort.  It is fellowshipping new members of the church, and not being afraid to bear my testimony the times I feel inspired to do so.  I'm definitely not even close to perfection in these areas, but at least I recognize that, and am striving to do better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-4494509137718878547?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/4494509137718878547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=4494509137718878547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4494509137718878547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4494509137718878547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/jacob-5.html' title='Jacob 5'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-2442927940908259557</id><published>2010-04-14T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:26:19.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter (A little late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have to say that lately, I have been forgetting my camera for everything! I did take a few Easter egg hunting pics, and that Monday night for FHE, we made the Easter Story Cookies (I call them resurrection cookies). So, here are some of the pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460067270363221842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S8YOQPO8j1I/AAAAAAAABfk/D-Gl1WRRQhA/s320/DSC06042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Austin's favorite pose sayin "oh yeah, we're coloring eggs!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460067279076378034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S8YOQvsUxbI/AAAAAAAABfs/JlpB926eTOs/s320/DSC06068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460067283414872418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S8YOQ_2s8WI/AAAAAAAABf0/BVGxrD3XiJc/s320/DSC06049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Tyler had a ball coloring eggs.  He just got the yellow one done and....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460067287556810146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S8YORPSN5aI/AAAAAAAABf8/Q9MAn8NbYMg/s320/DSC06067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Smash....first broken egg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460067293405477554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S8YORlEperI/AAAAAAAABgE/59cu2ouyrSE/s320/DSC06056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Jeff always done his infamous Spine egg (sorry, kind of blurry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460067924616553074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S8YO2UhGInI/AAAAAAAABgM/c78h7sYcOE4/s320/DSC06073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460067934433352082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S8YO25FmmZI/AAAAAAAABgU/Bq3RElEIZ5Y/s320/DSC06078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460067939036317682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S8YO3KPCR_I/AAAAAAAABgc/VJ8LfSaJDdM/s320/DSC06096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460067943017565586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S8YO3ZEPTZI/AAAAAAAABgk/SKF_YVlhHfY/s320/DSC06095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Oops...watch where you step dad!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460067950652049826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S8YO31gcSaI/AAAAAAAABgs/SpsiEDgCYJ0/s320/DSC06092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460068040483306114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S8YO9EJ4eoI/AAAAAAAABg0/TVjyCfzLqy8/s320/DSC06101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Making cookies together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-2442927940908259557?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/2442927940908259557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=2442927940908259557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2442927940908259557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2442927940908259557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-little-late.html' title='Easter (A little late)'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S8YOQPO8j1I/AAAAAAAABfk/D-Gl1WRRQhA/s72-c/DSC06042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-4260504541028479083</id><published>2010-04-14T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T11:45:56.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Back on Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Today's assignment is to get back on schedule if you are behind.  If you are caught up (which I am &lt;pat&gt;) take time to study: 2 Nephi 31-33.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What is the doctrine of Christ?  What are some things the Holy Ghost can do for us?  As Nephi finishes his record what are the things it seems like he most wants us to know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, I feel like I already expressed all of my thoughts on this 2 days ago, but if any of you readers have something to add, by all means, do share!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-4260504541028479083?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/4260504541028479083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=4260504541028479083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4260504541028479083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4260504541028479083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/get-back-on-schedule.html' title='Get Back on Schedule'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-5152540364705321620</id><published>2010-04-13T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:06:52.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob 2-4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "If you have not chosen the kingdom of God first, it will in the end make no difference what you have chosen instead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~William Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "Are your decisions based on how your choices will help to build the Lord's kingdom?  If needed, how can you change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I think for the most part most Latter-day Saints try their best to build up the kingdom of God, through their callings, visiting and home teaching, compassionate service, and of course through tithing.  I think we can all do better, especially in child rearing to really focus our children's attention to the importance of putting God first in their lives.  I certainly struggle with consistency in this and other areas, and many parents that I know do also.  Our children are the future leaders of our church and our country, what kind of people do we want them to grow up to be?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Today's reading assignment put me in mind of Elder Hollands talk this conference.  Elder Holland echoed many of the same teachings that Jacob taught about the children and wives crying unto the Lord for the pains they suffered because of the unrighteous behavior of their husbands and fathers.  I guess they had many of the same problems in that day that we do now.  Of course, they didn't have pornography available like we do today, and other conveniences, however, there were obviously heartbroken wives for a reason.  It saddens me to think that Satan has a grasp on so many men that they are willing to throw their families away for naught.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I also find it interesting that Jacob talks about the Lamanites being more righteous in the sense of their marriages.  That the Lamanite husbands had one wife, and were faithful to their wife, and they loved their wife, and the wife loved her husband, and they both loved their children.  Even though they had other ways of being less righteous, they kept that commandment, and they were blessed as a people for that obedience.  I think we see that today as well, there are lots of Christians that struggle with faithfulness, and there are many non-Christians that sincerely love their families and would never even consider unfaithfulness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;One of the other topics Jacob discussed with his people was pride and riches.  Gee, do we have that problem today....hmmm....let me think about that?  Goodness, we have channels on tv that are dedicated to what people in "Hollywood" are wearing, and what they are doing, and what houses and cars, and other things they have.  I'd say we have a problem with pride and riches as well.  Jacob's warning is just as valid today when he says "But before ye seek for riches, seek ye for the kingdom of God."  (Hey, I think someone needs to remind our government of this!) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-5152540364705321620?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/5152540364705321620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=5152540364705321620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5152540364705321620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5152540364705321620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/jacob-2-4.html' title='Jacob 2-4'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-4548209891281415108</id><published>2010-04-12T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T12:16:06.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Nephi 31- Jacob 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "When we understand our baptismal covenant and the gift of the Holy Ghost, it will change our lives and will establish our total allegiance to the kingdom of God. When temptations come our way, if we will listen, the Holy Ghost will remind us that we have promised to remember our Savior and obey the commandments of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Robert D. Hales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "Sometimes we take our baptism for granted. What do you do to remember and increase your appreciation for your baptism?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I love love love the last chapter in Nephi. Nephi 33 is by far my favorite chapter in the whole Book of Mormon. I love Nephi. I love his plainness, and his testimony sealed on those pages for everyone to see. I cannot read this chapter and not know that the Book of Mormon is true. I don't know how anyone could think that Joseph Smith a young boy could write this on his own, and make up such an intricate story. Nephi was a real man, and he kept those plates. And he said it best "...hearken unto these words and believe in Christ; and if ye believe not in these words believe in Christ. And if ye shall believe in Christ ye will believe in these words, for they are the words of Christ, and he hath given them unto me; and they teach all men that they should do good." Nephi's only purpose, Joseph Smith's only purpose, and President Monson's only purpose is to persuade man to believe in Christ and do good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I know that the Book of Mormon is true, and I know that the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is the true church on the face of the earth. I am grateful to be a member of it. And in answer to today's question about my baptismal covenants, I think about them every week when I partake of the sacrament, and I think about them every time I am trying to teach my children to keep the commandments, and trying to get them to think about living their lives in a way that is pleasing to their Father in Heaven. I don't think anyone on earth will have a "full" appreciation of their baptism until after this life, when it all comes together in a way that is easy to see and understand for everyone. In any case, I'm grateful for the gift and example of baptism and to have had this wonderful experience in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-4548209891281415108?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/4548209891281415108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=4548209891281415108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4548209891281415108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4548209891281415108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-nephi-31-jacob-1.html' title='2 Nephi 31- Jacob 1'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-5557036333009511697</id><published>2010-04-11T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T19:23:42.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Nephi 28-30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "There are at least three dangers that threaten the church within, and the authorities need to awaken to the fact that the people should be warned unceasingly against them.  As I see these, they are flattery of prominent men in the world, false educational ideas, and sexual impurity."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Joseph F. Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What are you doing to avoid being deceived?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well, in my opinion, the only way to avoid being deceived is to pray about each and every decision, and listen and obey the promptings that come from the Holy Ghost.  Of course you have to know how the Holy Ghost prompts you, in order to follow the feelings.  The more that you pray and read your scriptures, the better you understand the Spirit's teachings.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Have I always done these things....obviously not...nor do I think I will do things perfectly from this day....however, the more these things are thought about, the more I will try to act upon them, and that is my purpose here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-5557036333009511697?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/5557036333009511697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=5557036333009511697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5557036333009511697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5557036333009511697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-nephi-28-30.html' title='2 Nephi 28-30'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-6642682714664268521</id><published>2010-04-10T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:48:31.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Nephi 26-27</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "Looking for the path to safety in the counsel of prophets makes sense to those with strong faith...the choice not to take prophetic counsel changes the very ground upon which we stand.  It becomes more dangerous.  The failure to take prophetic counsel lessens our power to take inspired counsel in the future.  The best time to have decided to help Noah build the ark was the first time he asked.  Each time he asked after that, each failure to respond would have lessened sensitivity to the Spirit.  And so each time his request would have seemed more foolish, until the rain came.  And then it was too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Henry B. Eyring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How does following the prophet keep you safe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I think one of the most important things to realize is that following the prophet's counsel does not guarantee a problem-free life.  When I think of Joseph Smith and those that believed and followed his counsel suffered great things.  They were also protected from things seen and unseen....and so it is today.  Following the counsels of the prophets definitely offers protection on this earth, but, I believe it does more for the protection of our eternal souls.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We have latter-day prophecies such as the word of wisdom which is more of a protection on this earth, and we also have the family proclamation which offers guidance to happiness here on earth, and in the eternities to come.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I feel very blessed to have a living prophet that counsels us, and helps us through the various trials in our lives.  We are always going to have battles, some days more than others, but heeding our prophets voice, just like we listen to the prophets from the scriptures can strengthen us, guide us, and comfort us through any and all of life's trials, if we just stop to listen.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-6642682714664268521?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/6642682714664268521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=6642682714664268521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/6642682714664268521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/6642682714664268521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-nephi-26-27.html' title='2 Nephi 26-27'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-3804462719992469691</id><published>2010-04-09T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T11:27:47.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Nephi 24-25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Literally, the Atonement means to be 'at one' with Him. The nature of the Atonement and its effects is so infinite, so unfathomable, and so profound that it lies beyond the knowledge and comprehension of mortal man. I am profoundly grateful for the principle of saving grace...The overwhelming message of the Atonement is the perfect love the Savior has for each and all of us. It is a love which is full of mercy, patience, grace, equity, long-suffering, and above all, forgiving."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President James E. Faust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How do you experience the Savior's love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This question brings to mind the lyrics to one of my favorite songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I feel my Savior's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In all the world around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;His spirit warms my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Through everything I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;He knows I will follow Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Give all my life to Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I feel my Savior's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The love He freely gives me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I feel my Savior's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Its gentleness enfolds me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And when I kneel to pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My heart is filled with peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;He knows I will follow Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Give all my life to Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I feel my Savior's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The love He freely gives me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I feel my Savior's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And know that He will bless me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I offer Him my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My shepherd He will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;He knows I will follow Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Give all my life to Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I feel my Savior's love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The love He freely gives me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I'll share my Savior's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;By serving others freely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In serving I am blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In giving I receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;He knows I will follow Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Give all my life to Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I feel my Savior's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The love He freely gives me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Actually, it brings another song to mind, which my sister and I sang at our sister's funeral:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Our Savior's love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Shines like the sun with perfect light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;As from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It breaks through clouds of strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Lighting our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It leads us back into His sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Where we may stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;To share eternal life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The spirit voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Of goodness whispers to our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;A better choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Than evil's anguished cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Loud may the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Of hope ring 'til all doubt departs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And we are bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;To Him by loving ties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Our Father, God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Of all creation hear us pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In reverence, awed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;By Thy Son's sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Praises we sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We love Thy law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We will obey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Our Heavenly King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In Thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Our hearts rejoice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Clearly, I experience His love through music. I love music, especially the hymns, and primary songs....I LOVE THEM! When I was the primary chorister, I always told my kids to "sing their testimonies!" That's what I do, every time I sing a hymn, it is sung as my testimony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-3804462719992469691?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/3804462719992469691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=3804462719992469691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/3804462719992469691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/3804462719992469691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-nephi-24-25.html' title='2 Nephi 24-25'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-918033422915149520</id><published>2010-04-08T11:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T11:19:30.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Nephi 19-23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "The Standard of Truth has been erected; no unhallowed hand can stop the work from progressing; persecutions may rage, mobs may combine, armies may assemble, calumny may defame, but the truth of God will go forth boldly, nobly, and independent, till it has penetrated every continent, visited every clime, swept every country, and sounded in every ear, till the purposes of God shall be accomplished, and the Great Jehovah shall say the work is done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~ Joseph Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What part do you in these prophecies?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-918033422915149520?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/918033422915149520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=918033422915149520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/918033422915149520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/918033422915149520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-nephi-19-23.html' title='2 Nephi 19-23'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-412533754412026209</id><published>2010-04-07T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T10:50:34.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Nephi 14-18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "Today's popular entertainment often makes what is evil and wrong look enjoyable and right.  Let us remember the Lord's counsel: 'Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil.'  Pornography, though billed by Satan as entertainment, is a deeply poisonous, deceptive snake that lies coiled up in magazines, the Internet, and the television."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder David E. Sorensen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What helps you to see things for what they really are"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is an interesting, philosophical question.  And it is interesting that this question came about today because last night I stumbled upon PBS and they were running part two of "The Mormons".  I watched as they talked about Mormonism as though it were just one more religion on the earth, and they tried to give both sides (according to them) of the history of the church, and of our sacred ordinances.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I wonder if most people that believe in God, or that are members of other churches know anything about the origin of their religion...who founded it, when, how, why?  I wonder this because so many people are so critical of Joseph Smith and the exactness of what happened in the days of the early church.  Well, why not worry about finding out more about what you believe instead of trying to find fault with what we believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Secondly, I wonder if most people that belong to other churches, believe in their religion so much, that they would gladly volunteer their time, energy and talents to keep it running.  If they did not have a paid clergy, would they be willing to give everything to have it?  Would they be willing to give 10% of what they earn?  Would they give a significant period of their life to go and preach what they believe to be true so that others could benefit from it?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have heard many things in my life against the church, and against Joseph Smith.  I have seen "documentaries" on tv, I have heard friends and non-friends say things that are very negative about the church, its history, its teachings, and its leaders.  I'm sure that many members of the church have heard similar things.  Which is why I'm so grateful that our church not only teaches, but encourages "personal revelation".  You want to know if something is true?  Pray about it....wait for an answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, in answer for today's question....what helps me to see things for what they really are....this could be very confusing if I did not have one thing....the Holy Ghost.  You see, I live in the world, and the world if very convincing that we should just live it up in the world, and that living within the means of organized religion is restriction from fun.  The world says that religion is only here because man is afraid of death, so we have to invent something to help us "cope" with it.  Well, to those nay-sayers, I would say that is so not why I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I see things for what the "really" are because I am a member of this church, which answers ALL of life's most thought provoking questions.  I've heard so many people on tv say things like "God doesn't care what religion you are"...as though all religions are made up, and He doesn't care how we worship Him....Buddhist, Christian, Muslim...whatever.  Come on!  The truth is that the reason that Christianity still exists, and stood the test of time is because JESUS CHRIST IS REAL.  HE LIVES.  I don't know that the Mormon church is true because of something I read, or heard, or saw.  I know that the Mormon church is true because of the feelings that I have had while I have read the Book of Mormon, and the feelings I get when I hear the General Authorities speak conference, and the feelings I get when I see the church in action.  I was the primary chorister for 4 years.  I taught little children ranging in age of 3-12 primary songs about Jesus.  I have never in my life felt the spirit more strong then when listening to those little angels sing those songs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The Church of Jesus Christ is the true church upon the face of the earth.  I just had this discussion the other day with my son who asked about what his friends at school believed.  I respect all Christian religions, I think anyone that believes in Jesus Christ has light.  Those that believe nothing are like a person standing in a pitch black room.  Some people believe in Christ, but don't live any of His teachings...I equate this to having a nightlight in that room.  Some believe, and do a little more to follow Him, and I equate that to a flashlight.  There are some that have enough faith and knowledge that can turn on the lights in the room.  But is there any light brighter than the sun filling the room?  This church, to me, is like the Sun.  We have its fullness and warmth and beauty filling our lives.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, I can listen to the wisdom of the world....but it goes against everything I have ever felt.  I know that the Gospel of Jesus Christ is true.  I know that this life is just an inkling in our existence.  I know that Joseph Smith was a prophet, and an imperfect man.  I know he was imperfect because if we was perfect we would worship him...he didn't want that.  Jesus Christ was the only person to live a perfect life, and He is the light and life of the world.  If a man be a true prophet, he will not seek any glory of himself, but urge you to believe in the teachings of Christ, and to follow Him.  That is how I know that Joseph Smith was a true prophet, and also Nephi, and all the other prophets in the scriptures.  They delight in truth, and they were sickened by the sins of their brethren.  True prophets don't ask you to do more than they themselves do.    The Church of Jesus Christ has so many programs and every single one of them is inspired of the Lord, from the nursery, to the welfare, to the missionary programs.  This church is led and inspired by Jesus Christ.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;To those who don't believe...may I quote one of my favorite movies "The Count of Monte Cristo"...."I don't believe in God."  "It doesn't matter, He believes in you."  And so it is, believe what you like, live how you want, but after your days here on earth, you will see your maker, and there will be no denying that He is real, and you will be judged according to your knowledge, and your works.  "Every knee will bow, every tongue will confess."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-412533754412026209?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/412533754412026209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=412533754412026209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/412533754412026209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/412533754412026209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-nephi-14-18.html' title='2 Nephi 14-18'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-5757036001293217385</id><published>2010-04-06T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:08:10.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Nephi 10-13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "I can visualize an army of righteous youth prepared and worthy to attend the temple.  I can see families sealed together for eternity.  I can see youth who understand what it means to be 'saviours...on mount Zion.'  I can see youth whose hearts are turned to their fathers.  And I can envision youth growing up in such a way that they will come forth from the temples filled with strength to resist worldly pressures.  I can see a generation of youth who will 'stand...in holy places, and be not moved.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~ Sister Elaine S. Dalton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "Why do you think Isaiah compares the temple to a mountain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have to base this with the fact that Isaiah is very difficult to understand, since he speaks in apocolyptic form.  I need to get me a copy of "Isaiah for Dummies"....at least I think I've seen that before.  I can understand small parts, then it will go on to talk about things, I truly don't understand.  This is why I am so grateful to have the Book of Mormon.  As much as I love the Bible, if it was all we had, it would be much more difficult to understand the truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-5757036001293217385?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/5757036001293217385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=5757036001293217385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5757036001293217385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5757036001293217385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-nephi-10-13.html' title='2 Nephi 10-13'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-2542956322637826811</id><published>2010-04-05T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:36:18.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Nephi 8-9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "Keeping everything in balance can be a real problem...Often the lack of clear direction and goals can waste away our time and energy and contribute to imbalance in our lives...Our main goal should be to seek "immortality and eternal life."  With this as our goal, why not eliminate from our lives the things that clamor for and consume our thoughts, feelings, and energies without contributing to our reaching that goal?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~ Elder M. Russell Ballard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How do you spend your time, money and energy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;How do I spend my time, money and energy????  Well, let's just say that I won't be lifted up to join the city of Enoch any time soon.  :)  I definitely have struggled keeping everything in "balance" as the quote above says.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Time wise, I could be a lot more efficient, and a lot more conscience of my spiritual goals....have a waaayyyys to go with the time thing....but at least I can admit I have a problem...and that is the first step!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Money?  Well, I have been fortunate enough to have had enough financial troubles, that even though a part of me will always want to have nicer things, and more things, the majority of me has learned enough lessons, and realized that those things DO NOT bring the most happiness.  I'm sure I still have plenty to learn, but I feel pretty good about trying not to just spend on frivolous things.  Maybe when I have more money, this will be harder, however, I hope that I'm strong enough that "worldly purchases" won't be such a huge dilemma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Energy....hmmm....definitly lacking in this one!  I am so tired most of the time, so I have to really try to spend my energy doing the most important things on my list....I sort of grew up this way.  My family calls this "crisis management".  Or in other words "the squeaky wheel gets the oil".  When I have 100 things on my to-do list and enough energy to do 5 of them, I have to prioritize.  Sometimes, this leaves important things lacking, but hey, all we can do is try our best, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-2542956322637826811?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/2542956322637826811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=2542956322637826811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2542956322637826811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2542956322637826811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-nephi-8-9.html' title='2 Nephi 8-9'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-8234418623876275421</id><published>2010-04-05T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:02:40.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Nephi 4-7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "No father, no son, no mother, no daughter should get so busy that he or she does not have time to study the scriptures and the words of modern prophets.  None of us should get so busy that we crowd out contemplation and praying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~ President Spencer W. Kimball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What is it that brings a person to love the scriptures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;For me, the answer is the Spirit.  I feel the Spirit when I read my scriptures, and I love to feel the Spirit, so naturally, I want to read them more.  I think also, when you read them, and you see similarities of things you might be going through or feeling, and it gives you comfort to know that there is somewhere you can go to help give you answers, or that you are not alone in your own trials.  I also have to say that when I read certain stories, for instance, about Captain Moroni, and the 2,000 stripling warriors, I just love them so much, and I love the stories about them.  Learning to love and appreciate the prophets, and what they went through, makes me love the scriptures even more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;PS ~ I found this quote ironic, since yesterday was Easter Sunday, and I was too busy to blog this yesterday.  hahaha....that's why I'm doing this to learn to be better! (I guess I have a loooonnng way to go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-8234418623876275421?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/8234418623876275421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=8234418623876275421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8234418623876275421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8234418623876275421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-nephi-4-7.html' title='2 Nephi 4-7'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-4519220095530758084</id><published>2010-04-03T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T16:06:12.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Nephi 2-3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "Happiness is the object and design of our existence; and will be the end thereof, if we pursue the path that leads to it; and this path is virtue, uprightness, faithfulness, holiness, and keeping all the commandments of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~ Joseph Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What brings you true happiness?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Joseph Smith already said it best in the above quote. The only "real" happiness comes from the Lord, and in keeping His commandments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I think that it is hard for people in this world to feel real happiness, and only catch glimpses of it throughout their lives. There are many who battle depression, and those that are physically, spiritually, and emotionally suffering.....can they be "happy"? I'm not sure if complete "true" happiness exists on this earth, or if there are just moments where we feel it.....but I know with all my heart, that after this life, we will know "true" happiness. Just the thought of seeing my Savior, face to face, to see &amp;amp; feel how much He loves me, it makes me happy just thinking of throwing my arms around Him, and thanking Him for all He has done for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;To those that are suffering at the hands of others I would quote Lehi "...And behold, in thy childhood thou hast suffered afflictions and much sorrow, because of the rudeness of thy brethren. Nevertheless....thou knowest the greatness of God; and he shall consecrate thine afflictions for they gain." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Because of the gift of free agency, I've always compared happiness and misery to a balance. The more suffering and misery you encounter, the greater joy and happiness you can feel. Just like Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden before they partook of the forbidden fruit didn't know how wonderful it was, until they were thrown out into the dreary world. Through our ability to overcome sorrow and pain, also comes the ability to feel greater joy and appreciation for the blessings around us. I don't know if everyone feels like that or not, but in my family growing up, we suffered many things, and I have learned to enjoy that which is good in any situation, because of those things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I try to be a happy person every day, some days I am more successful than others. But it gives me comfort to know through the hard times, that my Heavenly Father WANTS me to be HAPPY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-4519220095530758084?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/4519220095530758084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=4519220095530758084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4519220095530758084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4519220095530758084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-nephi-2-3.html' title='2 Nephi 2-3'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-7947907043892572440</id><published>2010-04-02T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:18:10.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Nephi 22 - 2 Nephi 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "If Satan could but capture our minds, he would have won the battle and the war. He can only do this if we let him. If we refuse to walk with him, he will have no power over us, for God gave us our free agency and Satan cannot take it away. So what I am suggesting is that we refuse to even walk on the same street with Satan. In other words, not only should we avoid evil, we should avoid the very appearance of evil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Bishop Victor L. Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How can Satan be bound in his efforts to influence you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I would love to say that living righteously is the way to bind Satan in his influence over me....but from my experience, the more I try to do what's right, and keep the commandments, Satan tries even harder to influence me. If I were righteous enough I suppose, maybe it wouldn't even be an issue, but unfortunately, I've never reached that point. I will say, however, that keeping the commandments offer us more protection from Satan, so even though he may be trying to influence us, we are better prepared to defeat him. So, keeping the commandments is really the only way to keep Satan from influencing our every action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Today's reading made me sad. For the state of our great Nation is in peril. In 2 Nephi 1:10 Lehi says "But behold, when the time cometh that they shall dwindle in unbelief, after they have received so great blessings from the hand of the Lord - having a knowledge of the creation of the earth, and all men, knowing the great and marvelous works of the Lord from the creation of the world; having power given them to do all things by faith; having all the commandments from the beginning, and having been brought by his infinite goodness into this precious land of promise - behold, I say, if the day shall come that they will reject the Holy One of Israel, the true Messiah, their Redeemer and their God, behold, the judgements of him that is just shall rest upon them. "  I know that there are a lot of really good Christian people in our country, but not all of them are speaking up.  And the few that are not Christians are seemingly getting their way on way too many issues....and it's going to keep getting worse if all of us don't stand together and say "Enough!"  I am so saddened that my children have to grow up in a world where "evil is called good, and good is called evil".  I hope and pray that those of us that are out there, will use our influence upon our children to teach them to walk uprightly before the Lord, and that they will be able to bind Satan from influencing them through their utter righteousness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-7947907043892572440?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/7947907043892572440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=7947907043892572440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/7947907043892572440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/7947907043892572440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-nephi-22-2-nephi-1.html' title='1 Nephi 22 - 2 Nephi 1'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-4264902225722465417</id><published>2010-04-01T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:36:26.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Day for 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; Naughty Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;(BTW why is "dumping" buckets so much fun for a kid?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S7TYvY_G2_I/AAAAAAAABfE/bAhboSqj3IY/s1600/DSC06025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455223357325106162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S7TYvY_G2_I/AAAAAAAABfE/bAhboSqj3IY/s320/DSC06025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Aww, good boy!  I hep you mamma!  My methsss all ceaned up!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455223360730820450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S7TYvlrF72I/AAAAAAAABfM/Kc2x14v6dlA/s320/DSC06026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-4264902225722465417?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/4264902225722465417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=4264902225722465417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4264902225722465417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4264902225722465417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/typical-day-for-2.html' title='Typical Day for 2'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S7TYvY_G2_I/AAAAAAAABfE/bAhboSqj3IY/s72-c/DSC06025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-4808840872764171040</id><published>2010-04-01T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:26:50.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Nephi 19-21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "May I commend you faithful Saints who are striving to flood the earth and your lives with the Book of Mormon.  Not only must we move forward in a monumental manner more copies of the Book of Mormon, but we must move boldly forward into our own lives and throughout the earth more of its marvelous messages.  This sacred volume was written for us - for our day.  Its scriptures are to be likened unto ourselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Ezra Taft Benson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How do the things you read in the scriptures relate to your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have to admit that today I am sick, and can barely focus on the things I read.  It took me a long time to read today.  I will simply say the answer to the question, which is for me, that everything in the Book of Mormon relates to today.  The same things are happening today, that happened in times of old.  Maybe the exact circumstances are different, but the problems are pretty much the same.  So, it is a guide and a comfort to have the scriptures as a tool to navigate our way through this swirling soup of darkness that we has us constantly surrounded.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;P.S.  If this doesn't turn out to make sense, it is because my head weighs 100 lbs right now, and thinking is really really hard.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-4808840872764171040?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/4808840872764171040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=4808840872764171040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4808840872764171040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4808840872764171040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-nephi-19-21.html' title='1 Nephi 19-21'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-7275109552971053672</id><published>2010-03-31T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:05:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Nephi 17-18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "Inspiration comes more as a feeling than as a sound...We do not have the words (even the scriptures do not have the words) which perfectly describe the Spirit.  The scriptures generally use the word 'voice,' which does not exactly fit.  These delicate, refined spiritual communications are not seen with our eyes, nor heard with our ears.  And even though it is described as a voice, it is a voice that one feels, more than one hears."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Boyd K. Packer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What things have you felt while reading or praying?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Without getting too personal, I have felt the love of my Heavenly Father, and the love of my Savior.  That I am important enough to them that I have received all of the blessings that I have, and that He would send me the gift of the Holy Ghost to prompt me towards righteousness, is very powerful for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I also feel very connected to the people in the scriptures.  I can try to put myself in each of their shoes, and see how/why they feel the way they do.  I develop an appreciation of the prophets, and what they went through so that I can read their stories today.  I wouldn't get that just by hearing the stories, but by reading them myself, I feel that I know them better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This could be a 15 page answer, and some things are too detailed and personal to share with everyone.  So I will just leave it at this for today......I have felt the Spirit while reading and praying, and it ALWAYS bears record of the truth, and ALWAYS testifies that Jesus Christ is my Savior, and that the Gospel of Jesus Christ is true, and leads to great happiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-7275109552971053672?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/7275109552971053672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=7275109552971053672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/7275109552971053672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/7275109552971053672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-nephi-17-18.html' title='1 Nephi 17-18'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-2143255077713470133</id><published>2010-03-30T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:42:55.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Nephi 15-16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "If there is any one thing most needed in this time of tumult and frustration, when men and women and youth and young adults are desperately seeking for answers to the problems which afflict mankind, it is an 'iron rod' as a safe guide along the straight path on the way to eternal life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Harold B. Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How can you 'hold fast' to the iron rod?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Interesting question.  There are of course the obvious answers of going to church, praying, reading our scriptures, heeding the warnings of our prophets, etc.  All of those answers are true and correct.  But I think the most important thing that we can do to hold fast to the iron is let go of our desires, and live by the Lord's will.  If we turn over our will, and live by His, how much tighter would our grip be on the iron rod?  This is a very difficult thing at times, but that is where we find the greatest happiness!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;On a side note, I just have to say, that when I read about the daughters of Ishmael complaining after their father died, and everyone complaining when they are starving.....I'm pretty sure I'd be in that group.  When I get low-blood sugar now, I can be pretty ugly, so it hits me hard when I read these words, because I feel like Nephi is talking to me.  And even though it is hard to hear, I love it when Nephi says "....the guilty taketh the truth to be hard, for it cutteth them to the very center....if ye were righteous and were willing to hearken to the truth, and give heed unto it, that ye might walk uprightly before God, then ye would not murmur because of the truth..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So true!  The wicked do take the truth to be hard, and I see examples of that every day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Oh, that I may hold fast to that iron rod, even if just by my fingernails, just keep holding on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-2143255077713470133?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/2143255077713470133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=2143255077713470133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2143255077713470133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2143255077713470133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-nephi-15-16.html' title='1 Nephi 15-16'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-4856849900858790618</id><published>2010-03-29T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:06:13.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Nephi 13-14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "This great American nation the Almighty raised up by the power of his omnipotent hand, that it might be possible in the latter days for the kingdom of God to be established in the earth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Joseph F. Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "Nephi saw that "other books" would come forth through the gentiles.  What important things would the "other books" do?  What are those "other books"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;To keep it brief, I think that the reasons for the other books are two parts; 1) It is a record of the different peoples lineage, and experiences; and 2)  It is to show us that the Lord's hand is over all of the Earth.  Not just one nation, or people, but He is over all the Earth, and He is aware of His people over all the Earth.  I think in the end that we will be amazed at how many records there are, and how we can compare the time-line and experiences, and see how they all mesh together.  I am also excited to see the records that "...were plain and pure, and most precious and easy to the understanding of all men."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;There is wisdom in all things that the Lord does.....if He didn't have a purpose for it, it wouldn't be done.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-4856849900858790618?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/4856849900858790618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=4856849900858790618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4856849900858790618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4856849900858790618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-nephi-13-14.html' title='1 Nephi 13-14'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-3651530748190156489</id><published>2010-03-28T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T18:17:18.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Nephi 11-12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "You need time to meditate and ponder, to think, to wonder at the great plan of happiness that the Lord has outlined for His children.  You need to read the scriptures...I heard President David O. McKay say to the members of the Twelve on one occasion, 'Brethren, we do not spend enough time meditating.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~President Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "How often do you take time to ponder, to meditate on things that are important?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Why this question.....do I have to honestly answer???  I guess that is the point of all of this.  The answer for me is hardly ever!  It is so hustle and bustle every single day....chores, kids, phone, computer, business, etc.... it is "rarely" just quiet enough to think in my house.  Which I guess is the reason for my post 5 days ago, which is that 3:00am is the only quiet time in the house, to think upon matters.  Isn't it so ironic, that so many of us are praying, and asking for help with our problems and trials, and yet, we don't seem to get an answer.....maybe it's not that we aren't getting an answer, maybe is we never stop to listen to the answer.  Maybe we would have much more insight, and revelation into our lives if we did stop, and ponder, and actually use our brains on a deeper level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Oh great, does this mean I need to actually do this!  aaahhhh!  I avoid the quiet most of the time, because my mind goes into hyper-drive, and I'm thinking about so many things that it is hard to focus on just one topic.  Maybe my pondering skills are like a muscle that needs to be exercised.  Maybe the first time I try it, I should only try it for 1 minute, the next day 2 minutes, and so on.  Well, I have to admit, that I am disappointed the answers that I am seeking are not being handed to me on a shiny silver platter, along with a rice krispy treat.  I know that I was inspired to do this, so now, the answer is more work!  Figures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I guess, I need to remember my thoughts on doing things without complaining....man....whoever came up with these quotes, questions, and challenge, really is sneaky to get you to realize that you have to be obedient without complaint, and then drop the bombshells on you to do more.....I feel like the Karate Kid "Daniel-son, I promise to teach, that my part, you promise to learn, that your part....I say, you do, no question!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-3651530748190156489?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/3651530748190156489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=3651530748190156489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/3651530748190156489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/3651530748190156489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-nephi-11-12.html' title='1 Nephi 11-12'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-1275898811562890852</id><published>2010-03-27T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:16:42.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Nephi 6-10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "The intensity of our desire to share the gospel is a great indicator of the extent of our personal conversion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Dallin H. Oaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "What was Nephi's response when the people in the strange building mocked him and the others who were partaking of the fruit? Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well, the scriptural account is actually Lehi's vision, so Lehi said that "...after they did enter into that building they did point the finger of scorn at me and those that were partaking of the fruit also; but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; heeded them not..." So, I think that would include Nephi's attitude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Nephi is so impressively obedient, he only cares about making the Lord happy, he really doesn't care what other people think about him. He knows who the Lord is, and he is not about to let "wordly opinions" overthrow his relationship with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We also know that those who did notice the mocking felt ashamed, and fell away from the tree. I feel sensitive to this because, I remember many times throughout my younger years, so many of my friends saying "oh, she's Mormon, she won't do that", or "Mormons are this or that", with a mocking, negative tone, &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; making me feel ashamed that I was a Mormon. It is very difficult being true to your faith and religion, and living in this world. It was hard for me because, I am a sensitive person, and always wanted everyone to like me, and to fit in (I think all kids want that to some extent), but that comes with a price. So the answer is....you can't do both. Yes you have to live "in" the world, but you don't have to be "of" the world....if that makes any sense. What I am trying to say I guess is that I've had that borderline "ashamed" feeling before in my life, when I was young and unsure of what I believed, but now I know what I believe, and I don't care what people think about Mormons or me, I know what I know, and the Lord knows my heart. That is sufficient for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-1275898811562890852?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/1275898811562890852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=1275898811562890852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/1275898811562890852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/1275898811562890852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-nephi-6-10.html' title='1 Nephi 6-10'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-540077684707997864</id><published>2010-03-26T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T10:02:03.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Nephi 3-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "I have learned not to put question marks but to use exclamation points when calls are issued through inspired channels of priesthood government."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder Russell M. Nelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question "Why did Laman and Lemuel murmur?  Why did Nephi support his father?   What determines whether you are a murmurer or a supporter of the Lord's work and His prophets?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have to admit that I have always felt a little sympathetic towards Laman and Lemuel, because I think it would be very hard for me to just leave everything I've known, all of my comforts, and just follow my father into the wilderness, and not know where I would be from day to day.  That would be a hard thing for me.  However, I hope that I would not continue to murmur after seeing an angel, and knowing that my little brother was able to slay the man that was trying to kill me.  I hope that by that time at least, I would keep my mouth shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;But I think that Laman and Lemuel murmured partly because they are human, (I think the majority of humans do complain), and partly because they didn't have the faith and understanding that their father and brother did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I think to some extent it is human nature that rebels against other people (especially family members) telling us what to do, or how to do it.  But, Laman and Lemuel were obedient enough to follow their father into the wilderness, which they didn't have to do.  So, I've always wondered why they were obedient in some things, but not others.    They clearly complained about having to go and get the plates, they didn't want to, but they went...why?  Did they finally decide that they could visit with some friends while they were there, or maybe their dad made them do it???  Laman went to the house of Laban first by himself, showing signs of obedience....he could have said that he didn't want to go.  Ultimately, I think the older brothers murmured because they didn't see the bigger picture....they weren't prophets, they didn't have enough faith to ask for themselves.  They took the easier road of letting others make decisions for them, but complained about it the whole time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Nephi supported his father because he did have faith.  He did desire to know the truth for himself.  He asked, and he received.  And because he had visions, and heard the Lord's voice, and saw the angel, it only reinforced his faith and obedience.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Oh how I would love to say that I was like Nephi, steadfast in keeping all of the commandments.  Unfortunately, I have murmured a day or two in my life (or maybe it's that I've not murmured a day or two in my life).  I think that one of the greatest gifts that has been given to us is personal revelation.  We are not asked to blindly believe anything.  We are encouraged to ask for ourselves!  The scriptures say repeatedly "ask and ye shall receive....knock and it shall be opened unto you..."  we can ask, and our Heavenly Father is more than happy to bless us with the knowledge that we seek.  That is so incredible that he will gladly reveal the same things to all of his children, if they have enough faith to ask.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I think what makes you like Laman or like Nephi is when you are asked to do something, do you do it with a glad and cheerful heart, or do you say "fine, I'll do it" being resentful of what you are missing out on the whole time.  I am going to try to be like Nephi today....even when it comes to dirty diapers and the dishes!  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-540077684707997864?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/540077684707997864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=540077684707997864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/540077684707997864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/540077684707997864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-nephi-3-5.html' title='1 Nephi 3-5'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-615921329653181093</id><published>2010-03-25T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:05:20.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Nephi 1-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Quote "The Lord's tender mercies are the very personal and individualized blessings, strength, protection, assurances, guidance, loving-kindnesses, consolation, support, and spiritual gifts which we receive from and because of and through the Lord Jesus Christ...The Lord's tender mercies do not occur randomly or merely by coincidence.  Faithfulness, obedience, and humility invite tender mercies into our lives, and it is often the Lord's timing that enables us to recognize and treasure these important blessings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;~Elder David A. Bednar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Question - "How have you experienced the tender mercies of the Lord?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, I love the first few chapters of Nephi.  I love that every time I start with "I, Nephi, having been born of goodly parents....and I know that the record which I make is true; and I make it with mine own hand".....every time I read these words, the Holy Ghost immediately bears record of its truthfulness to me.  I feel it every single time I read it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;What struck me this time, was when I read about Lehi's vision, first in vs 8, it says he "thought he saw God sitting upon his throne, surrounded with numberless concourses of angels in the attitude of singing and praising their God"....giving the impression of this all-powerful, all-knowing being that we would gladly give our spirits over to for eternity just to worship him, that would be such an honor.  Then, a few verses later in 14, he is talking to God, and praising him saying ".....thou wilt not suffer those who come unto thee that they shall perish!"...leaving an impression of a kind and merciful Father in Heaven, that truly cares about us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This leaves me with a feeling of reverence and awe for my Father in Heaven, that He is both so powerful and wonderful, and yet, He is my creator, and He loves me, just as a parent loves their child here on Earth.  That is a hard thing for me to grasp.  I have always felt to some extent "unlovable", even though this is completely the opposite of  what my spirit knows to be true.  I have had Satan whispering in my ear since I can remember that I am not worthy to be loved by such a being, and it is exactly the tender mercies of the Lord that have told my spirit, and still continues to do so, that His love is not conditional to our behavior on Earth....his blessings are... but His love is not.....He loves his children, and wants us to reach out to Him, and is so willing to help us, to heal us, and to bless us with things we didn't even know we needed.  I know that he helped Lehi protect his family from the bad things coming to Jerusalem.  I also know that He protects me from some things I know, and many things I don't even know that I am being protected from.  And the challenges He does give us, He completely helps us get through them.  That is such just one example of His tender mercies to me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-615921329653181093?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/615921329653181093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=615921329653181093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/615921329653181093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/615921329653181093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/03/1-nephi-1-2.html' title='1 Nephi 1-2'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-8133572222351919055</id><published>2010-03-24T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:03:27.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it about 3:00????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;I don't know what the deal is with 3:00....I can pretty much count on 3pm every day being my cut off point of getting anything done that I need to do, and my kids get home from school, and it's homework, music, dance, sports, scouts...etc....dinner, bath &amp;amp; bedtime routines. Not much peace throughout my day really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;So, I guess that's why 3am is my "spiritual awakening time." I don't sleep through the whole night very often, and the time that I am most frequently woken up is at 3am. I wake up, and my mind starts racing with everything that has happened that day, or that needs to happen the next day, or problems my kids are having, or financial stuff, or all the things that I should be doing that I'm not.....you get the point....STUFF! But through these early morning hours, I have received a lot of wonderful spiritual insights at 3am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;So last night, don't ask me why, but at 3, I woke up, and felt very strongly like I needed to do this 100 day Book of Mormon reading program that I came across a few months ago, and keep track of it on my blog, to hold myself accountable. Crazy, I know. I have not been very good at personal scripture study lately, but I have been praying a lot lately to be a better mother, wife, and friend. So, I'm thinking this might just be my answer. (Just to set the record straight, I have read the BOM several times, and am reading it right now with my kids.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Anyway, I found this on the ideadoor.com a few months back, and it gives you certain reading assignments every day, and has a quote that goes with the scriptures, and then poses a question for you to ponder. So, I am officially beginning TODAY! No more excuses! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;If you would like to join with me, feel free, I will be posting the reading assignments as my title, and then either writing my feelings about it, or answering the question. If you read any of this, please don't pass judgement, as I am not always the most insightful person, but I am doing this to really challenge myself, and to sincerely try to learn something. So, any comments or feelings, or insights that you might have are more than welcome, my friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;Anyway, here we go with Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assignment:&lt;/strong&gt; Preface (title page), Introduction, Testimony of Three Witnesses, Testimony of Eight Witnesses, Testimony of the Prophet Joseph Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"I would like to urge [everyone] to again read the Book of Mormon...There is nothing we could do of greater importance than to have fortified in our individual lives an unshakable conviction that Jesus is the Christ, the Living Son of the Living God. And, my brothers and sisters, that is the purpose of the coming forth of this remarkable and wonderful book." President Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Wish me Luck!&lt;/span&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/7871510009007302085-8133572222351919055?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/8133572222351919055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=8133572222351919055' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8133572222351919055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8133572222351919055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-it-about-300.html' title='What is it about 3:00????'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-967853561095208063</id><published>2010-03-09T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:33:10.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Katelyn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My beautiful sweet baby girl, Katelyn Novelle turned 7 on March 7th! I can't believe it! I love this little girl! Katelyn is the sweetest girl, she is a wonderful sister, and daughter, and has so many gifts, and talents. She is such a blessing to our family, and since she is my only daughter, she will always be extra special to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Katelyn's birthday was on Sunday, so we went to my mom's for her choice family dinner (the best hamburgers ever! Thanks to Chef Jeff) Then on Monday evening, we went bowling with all her cousins. She had a ball! I don't know if anyone else remembers the scene in the movie "Uncle Buck" where he takes the kids bowling and the little girl bowls so slow, that the ball gets to the pin, barely touches it, and stops, without knocking any over.....that's about how Katelyn bowls. She did knock some over, but it took the ball quite a while to get down there! Very funny to watch! And not only was KT excited about her own pins, but she was the best cheerleader for everyone else, telling them "good job", and "you bowl really good"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We love you so much Dubby, and hope you have a WONDERFUL 7th YEAR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Here are the pics from her parties...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450226270229530370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MX6o6IhwI/AAAAAAAABds/BYez0eT38EA/s320/DSC05929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450226285598152930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MX7iKTGOI/AAAAAAAABd8/wouN26PjxPM/s320/DSC05939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450226290812761922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MX71ljt0I/AAAAAAAABeE/2zYwXmzZe0Y/s320/DSC05948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450226699381095410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MYTnn1u_I/AAAAAAAABec/boa2Ml-begg/s320/DSC05987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450226298955362050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MX8T657wI/AAAAAAAABeM/fRuDJG86wxE/s320/DSC05973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450226690051259874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MYTE3bveI/AAAAAAAABeU/zDduLXSBTGU/s320/DSC05977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450226714325259746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MYUfSzleI/AAAAAAAABek/lSYmNlbwOCg/s320/DSC05986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And here are some of Katie's baby pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450225766128740402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MXdS_I6DI/AAAAAAAABdE/TOtQGR2TnuE/s320/DSC06006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450225771908625506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MXdohK9GI/AAAAAAAABdM/JI47NCpbfoI/s320/DSC06007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450225784547863842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MXeXmmbSI/AAAAAAAABdU/HPYvx2WYf7w/s320/DSC06013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450225804745517458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MXfi2GKZI/AAAAAAAABdk/Y3RHuwhvPfo/s320/DSC06020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-967853561095208063?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/967853561095208063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=967853561095208063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/967853561095208063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/967853561095208063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-katelyn.html' title='Happy Birthday Katelyn!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MX6o6IhwI/AAAAAAAABds/BYez0eT38EA/s72-c/DSC05929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-2895449485656246422</id><published>2010-03-06T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T09:59:10.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SCARIEST DAY OF MY LIFE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Sorry for the long blog, but I don't want to forget this day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, the day started out fine. I had woken up to a little bit of a cold and sore throat, but not too big of a deal, and had some shopping to do for Katelyn's bday. So, I went to pick up Austin from his cousins house in Mesa (he had spent the night at his cousins house for his bday party). I knew that Austin was going to be exhausted, but I was in town already, so I decided to just drag him along with me to get my errands done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We went to 2 stores, had some lunch, went to another 2 stores, and everything was going great. We got home about 2:45ish, and Katelyn and Tyler had been out helping Jeff plant our garden, and they were exhausted. I knew that Austin was also tired, so I laid Tyler and Katelyn in bed, and asked Austin to lay down for a while, and take a nap. He got very upset, (mostly because he was so tired), and told me no, and was being very bratty. I told him very nicely, that he wasn't going to be able to go to any more sleep overs if this was how he was going to act when he came home. He came un-glued, and yelled at me, and called me a "bad mom". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well, I finally snapped (mostly because, by now, I was tired and didn't feel well), and I should have just let him cry himself to sleep....but I didn't. I said, fine, you don't want to take a nap, and think I'm a bad mom after the fun day we had, see ya. Just go (me holding the door open, and pointing outside.) Well, let me say that Jeff was in the front yard, and Austin enjoys helping his dad in the front yard. I wasn't kicking him out, I was just saying "stay outside with your dad, and get out of my hair for a while, and let us both cool off."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Now, there are different versions of what happened outside, depending on who you ask. Jeff says that all he told Austin was that he can't treat/talk to me that way (sticking up for me)....and Austin thought Jeff said he couldn't stay here anymore. (It's very difficult to know how an 8 year old processes things, did he not hear him right, or just misunderstand??? who knows), but in Austin's mind, he thought that he would be obedient, and leave. So he started walking away from the house. Jeff was in the garage, and thought Austin had come back in the house. I happened to be checking in on Katelyn when I looked out her window, and saw Austin walking down the street. I had just changed into some comfy clothes, so I went and put my jeans and tennis shoes on, and went after him, thinking I would only be a few minutes behind him, and that he couldn't have gotten that far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I walked all over our neighborhood and never saw him. Then I came home, and got my car, and drove through our neighborhood again, and couldn't find him. I thought maybe he was upset, and hiding somewhere. I looked everywhere, and asked everyone at parks if they had seen him. No one had. Then Jeff woke up Katelyn and Tyler and loaded them up, and started looking for him too. We started calling friends and neighbors close by, and nothing. (Just a side note, Austin isn't even allowed to play in the front yard unless I'm out there, and he is terrified of dogs, so I know he wouldn't just go into anyone's house...he's been taught about strangers, and he's a very smart kid.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Anyway, I thought about places that he knows how to get to.....my mom's (I thought unlikely, because it's 10 miles away), his school (again, about 8 miles), his baseball practice field....so I start driving to those places. I first drove in the direction of my moms house, and went as far as where I could see Jeff's office, thinking that it hadn't been long enough for him to have gotten that far on foot....turned around, drove to his baseball practice field, then drove to his school. No where. Then my mom called, and she was in Gilbert at my sister's house, and I asked her and my dad to come help me look. They drove in from Gilbert, and we all searched about another 40 minutes. By now, I am freaking out. Jeff called the police, and 2 minutes later got a call from an officer that had just picked Austin up just north of Poston Butte High School. (Which is the way to my mom's house) 4.8 miles to be exact (I drove it with him to see). Such relief, that he had been found...SAFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Two cop cars drove up to my house about 15 minutes later, with Austin in the back of one of them, and he started bawling the second he saw me. He was scared to death! He said that when he was near the railroad tracks, that a cop stopped him, and a few minutes later a firetruck stopped him, and both asked what he was doing, and he told them that he was just out for a jog, getting some exercise. He didn't want to get into trouble. He told them both that he lived close by pointing to the circle cross ranch homes. So they just let him go. He said that 7 other cars had pulled over, during his run, but he ran away from them because he was scared of being kidnapped. So, luckily, the cop that stopped him near the high school, was smart enough to see that there were no homes around there, and that he was just an 8 year old kid....and stopped him, and questioned him, until he got the call about a missing boy in black and red shorts and shirt, and put 2 and 2 together. So thankful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;At first, my reaction was if I had just driven a little farther towards Jeff's office, I would have been the one to find him. Or if my mom would have driven from her house instead of my sisters, she would have found him. But, I see the Lord's wisdom in this. The Lord is merciful and all-knowing. He taught me, and Austin, and Jeff, and our other children, some very valuable lessons. We would not have learned the same lessons, if this had a different outcome. I was able to have a wonderful heart to heart with him when he came home. And made it clear to him that me and daddy NEVER want him to leave EVER! I was so grateful that he was home, I couldn't stop crying. I am so aware of ALL of the different possibilities of what "could have happened" in the 2 hours he was missing, and I will be forever thankful that all he suffered were some blisters on his feet from wearing his new shoes with no socks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I am also so grateful to have such wonderful friends and neighbors, that were so caring, and supportive during this horrific event. As embarrassing as it was for me to lose my child, I was so happy to know that I could count on these people to help me. It was really hard for me to admit that I had handled that situation so poorly, and even though Austin made a bad decision to leave also, I felt the full weight and responsibility of him leaving. The really sad part is the Sunday before this happened, the talks in church were all on Being Temperate, and Schooling your feelings....so what does that say about me?  I was thinking of those talks over and over in my mind when I was looking for Austin.  Sad, I know.  So judge me however you want, but know that I love my children more than anything, and want nothing more than to protect them from every danger in this world. And this was more terrifying than any other experience in my life BY FAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-2895449485656246422?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/2895449485656246422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=2895449485656246422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2895449485656246422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2895449485656246422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/03/scariest-day-of-my-life.html' title='THE SCARIEST DAY OF MY LIFE!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-3441842802967169404</id><published>2010-03-02T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:00:48.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long, Farewell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MEsY1bVEI/AAAAAAAABc8/TkwQdfWHadY/s1600-h/DSC05918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450205134675727426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MEsY1bVEI/AAAAAAAABc8/TkwQdfWHadY/s320/DSC05918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Today was a bitter sweet day for Jeff. We sold his truck! It was a 1995 Chevy Silverado. It lived a long and full life. He took this truck on many many hunting/fishing trips, camping, off-roading, and most importantly...it took me out on dates! Jeff was a little sad to see her go, but it needed to be done, like an old suffering pet needing to be put down. Thankfully, for the kids sake, Grandma has lent us her truck for a while, and they love going in her truck! So long old friend, and thanks for the memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-3441842802967169404?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/3441842802967169404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=3441842802967169404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/3441842802967169404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/3441842802967169404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-long-farewell.html' title='So Long, Farewell!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MEsY1bVEI/AAAAAAAABc8/TkwQdfWHadY/s72-c/DSC05918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-4786972150269786565</id><published>2010-02-25T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:53:02.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinewood Derby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This year was Austin's first Pinewood Derby. It was a lot of fun. Jeff worked very hard "helping" Austin with his car. In all fairness, I will say that I overheard many conversations between Austin and his dad over what the car would look like. Austin did draw out what he wanted, and picked the colors (painted after the Dallas Cowboys). And of course, every great race car has to have a name, so we named it "Cowboy". Anyway, even though Austin's car didn't win, it did great, and we all had a very fun time. And our Committee Chair, Sue Roberts, did an outstanding job on giving awards to all of the boys who participated, and making them all feel special...so thanks to Sue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450200389860270690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MAYNBRImI/AAAAAAAABbk/mwwxip94Kig/s320/DSC05873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Proud Papa with his baby (and Austin too!) hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450200405785362898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MAZIWGwdI/AAAAAAAABb0/aQpcSPLcpxg/s320/DSC05874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Cowboy posing in front of the 1st place trophy for luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450200398934547026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MAYu0vmlI/AAAAAAAABbs/bXnPmHkkNBI/s320/DSC05875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;KT wishing her big bro luck...(she's the best cheerleader)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450200426638032034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MAaWBxPKI/AAAAAAAABcE/dQR9AnRJJqM/s320/DSC05877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Here's the competition!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Cowboy is the front row all the way to the left...dark blue w/ silver stripes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It is awesome to see what some of the boys came up with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450200848333896530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MAy495e1I/AAAAAAAABcU/jk-ze2VMtHU/s320/DSC05890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Cowboy being loaded up in the right lane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450200862436265730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MAztgKjwI/AAAAAAAABck/1787FEmZ2iI/s320/DSC05907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Austin won an award for best paint job which included a cool race car sun catcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450200870707303746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MA0MUIlUI/AAAAAAAABcs/9zR0bwhQ-KA/s320/DSC05911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Tyler hardly cared about the races, he wanted the cupcakes!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;He crammed 3 cupcakes into his mouth before I even got the camera out! PIGGY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-4786972150269786565?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/4786972150269786565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=4786972150269786565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4786972150269786565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4786972150269786565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/02/pinewood-derby.html' title='Pinewood Derby'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S6MAYNBRImI/AAAAAAAABbk/mwwxip94Kig/s72-c/DSC05873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-6104897361487980442</id><published>2010-02-24T08:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T09:04:01.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshing Behavior!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S4Vbui-83uI/AAAAAAAABbc/W4IBr-fYUto/s1600-h/Austin.03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441856579970064098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S4Vbui-83uI/AAAAAAAABbc/W4IBr-fYUto/s320/Austin.03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; So, this morning I get up, and for the first time EVER, Austin has gotten up, gotten himself dressed, made his own breakfast, did his own hair, and did everything for himself before I even got up....WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I realize that for a lot of you moms, 8 may seem like a late age to do this, but I've never forced my kids to be that independent, I've always done everything for them...pick out their clothes, do their hair, make all their meals....so this was a very big deal to me! Especially since, Austin and I have had some run-ins over his behavior lately. It makes me feel really good to know that this great kid is still in there, and I hope I can remember that the next time...... :)&lt;/span&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/7871510009007302085-6104897361487980442?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/6104897361487980442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=6104897361487980442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/6104897361487980442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/6104897361487980442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/02/refreshing-behavior.html' title='Refreshing Behavior!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S4Vbui-83uI/AAAAAAAABbc/W4IBr-fYUto/s72-c/Austin.03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-3432219120903251279</id><published>2010-02-16T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T10:45:47.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Schmalentine's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, for Valentine's Day, we didn't get to go out or anything because Jeff has been waaayyyy too busy. So, we decided to just make a nice dinner at home. So Jeff made some very yummy steaks, and we had baked potatoes and the kids had fettuccine noodles, and french bread toast. I decided to do the table all up in pink and red, and put the sparkling cider on the table, and told the kids it was our fancy champagne....my bad....they didn't even want to try it saying "mom, we can't drink alcohol, I don't want to drink alcohol." I guess that's great that they have that ingrained in their brain, but it took me a while to convince them that it was just apple juice. Katie didn't like it anyway, but they all loved having the table all decorated (and yes, all of you Martha Stewarts...that is a decorated table for me with kids, okay? That's as fancy as I get with little ones!). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438904842661662898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S3rfI0oAELI/AAAAAAAABaI/o9noYZ2DhSI/s320/DSC05862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My Valentine bought me these! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438904851317076034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S3rfJU3nMEI/AAAAAAAABaY/YI8_4sllT_o/s320/DSC05868.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-3432219120903251279?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/3432219120903251279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=3432219120903251279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/3432219120903251279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/3432219120903251279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-for-valentines-day-we-didnt-get-to.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Schmalentine&apos;s!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S3rfI0oAELI/AAAAAAAABaI/o9noYZ2DhSI/s72-c/DSC05862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-6913560323282208685</id><published>2010-02-09T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:56:24.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious Rewards!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, at the beginning of last year, I found this idea on some website (I think it was the idea door), for learning your Articles of Faith. I wasn't sure what I expected when I started on this endeavor with the kids being 5 and 7, but I am amazed at the results. So, the idea was to print out 13 ice cream scoops (1 for each article) and a cone. Every couple of weeks, we would learn a new article of faith, and put the scoop on the the cone. I promised the kids that when we finished them all we would have an ice cream party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It was a hard thing for me to teach, because they have some pretty big words and concepts in them, and even though memorizing them was my goal, I wanted my kids to have "some" understanding of what they meant. So, as we learned each line, I would explain what it meant (the best I could), and then we would come up with actions for the words. So, we made up sort of a sign language to remind us what the words were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Anyway, 3 weeks ago we finally tackled the mother of them all --- #13! "We believe in being true, chaste, benevolent, virtuous, and in doing good to all men, indeed we may say we follow the admonition of Paul; we believe all things, we hope all things, we have endured many things, and hope to be able to endure all things; if there is anything virtuous, lovely or of good report or praiseworthy, we seek after these things." (whew) I wasn't sure if they would be able to do this in one FHE....but they wanted that ice cream party so bad, they did it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I can't believe how well they know all 13. Austin can pretty much do them all without any help. Katelyn, surprisingly at the age of 6 can pretty much do them all with only a helping word occasionally (mainly on #13). It is so impressive to me what these sweet little children can memorize. I started this because in Kindergarten both of my kids were taught the preamble to the constitution, and I figured if they could learn that, then they could learn these! So, it took a little over a year, but it is done! So, we finally had our ice cream party at Cold Stone. The kids had a blast! They loved getting to pick what they wanted in their ice cream! So, this year's goal is going to be either memorizing the Family Proclamation, or maybe their Scripture Mastery Scriptures.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438899547914661714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S3raUoJ8b1I/AAAAAAAABaA/WrcAf9meVIs/s320/DSC05833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438899244706409842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S3raC-ndrXI/AAAAAAAABZ4/6t8PKR2IQcE/s320/DSC05836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438899235770491250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S3raCdU-YXI/AAAAAAAABZo/ZNczg0pVxBU/s320/DSC05843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438899240081805778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S3raCtY30dI/AAAAAAAABZw/kwITb4E7IaA/s320/DSC05844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438899227436159250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S3raB-R6kRI/AAAAAAAABZg/GxGxgpuxwN0/s320/DSC05850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438899220742786818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S3raBlWFzwI/AAAAAAAABZY/5TJK7f2DBYU/s320/DSC05851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-6913560323282208685?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/6913560323282208685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=6913560323282208685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/6913560323282208685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/6913560323282208685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/02/delicious-rewards.html' title='Delicious Rewards!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S3raUoJ8b1I/AAAAAAAABaA/WrcAf9meVIs/s72-c/DSC05833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-3191211287145287317</id><published>2010-01-29T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:10:38.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiflet Family Chiropractic No Longer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well, today is the "official" last day of Shiflet Family Chiropractic. We opened this office on Jan 10, 2005. We are closing our doors today. As excited as we are to move forward, we will always be grateful for our first little office. I didn't take very many pictures in this office, I was going to take pics this week, but we had already started tearing it apart, and I've been pretty busy. So here are a few that I took recently. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432219898982026210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2MfN4yhy-I/AAAAAAAABXQ/HdkmkZj91zE/s320/DSC05711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is our front desk area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432219902264662594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2MfOFBK2kI/AAAAAAAABXY/UOPYNDndhIk/s320/DSC05713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Reception area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432220124127544802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2Mfa_hZxeI/AAAAAAAABYA/St8Bg65--ZE/s320/DSC05716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Looking down the hall from the front desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432219913254749938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2MfOt9aRvI/AAAAAAAABXg/vw2H2yhR4mI/s320/DSC05709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;One of our treatment rooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432220275679404450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2Mfj0GLoaI/AAAAAAAABYI/yX9IjPg5QjI/s320/DSC05705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Our therapy/rehab area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432220285281510466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2MfkX3gJEI/AAAAAAAABYQ/PxoaJ4vwjVE/s320/DSC05706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And electrical stim when you are really hurting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432219922865705714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2MfPRw10vI/AAAAAAAABXw/9gQqIUhq09w/s320/DSC05718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is our Report of Findings room....where you can look at your x-rays and learn exactly what is going on inside your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;5 years seemed like an eternity when we opened our doors, and now it's gone...it's amazing how fast time flies.  This office was a great learning opportunity.  It was our first business on our own, we learned so much about billing, insurance companies and their policies, software, office procedures, taxes, you name it!  We also had some amazing success stories in this office.  We've helped so many people get off of their pain medications, we've helped babies reduce their colic and fussiness, and cleared up ear infections.  We've helped children drastically reduce their asthma medication.  We've helped people with migraine headaches, severe back pain, arm tingling, shoulder pain, leg &amp;amp; knee pain.  We've helped improve the quality of life for many many people, and we are so grateful!  We look forward to the new adventures that lie ahead!  Truly, this will be a year for fresh starts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, I will be posting our new office pics soon, with the update on the crazy journey this new office has been!  So for now.....So Long Shiflet Family Chiropractic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-3191211287145287317?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/3191211287145287317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=3191211287145287317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/3191211287145287317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/3191211287145287317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/01/shiflet-family-chiropractic-no-longer.html' title='Shiflet Family Chiropractic No Longer'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2MfN4yhy-I/AAAAAAAABXQ/HdkmkZj91zE/s72-c/DSC05711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-8550091470326202671</id><published>2010-01-28T15:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:24:19.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sanity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is my only sanity in my crazy world right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2IcMKb8W0I/AAAAAAAABXA/dR3lEO6BUiU/s1600-h/DSC05723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431935095847803714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2IcMKb8W0I/AAAAAAAABXA/dR3lEO6BUiU/s320/DSC05723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2IcL8fMprI/AAAAAAAABW4/fu6MUvrc_w8/s1600-h/DSC05724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431935092103358130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2IcL8fMprI/AAAAAAAABW4/fu6MUvrc_w8/s320/DSC05724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431935099053798466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2IcMWYT9EI/AAAAAAAABXI/3iat4avvyeU/s320/DSC05722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I LOVE those little feet!  I wish they could stay little forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-8550091470326202671?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/8550091470326202671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=8550091470326202671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8550091470326202671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8550091470326202671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-sanity.html' title='My Sanity!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2IcMKb8W0I/AAAAAAAABXA/dR3lEO6BUiU/s72-c/DSC05723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-6067301992357814262</id><published>2010-01-22T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:28:40.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Braxie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My sweet little niece Melani came to visit with her brand new baby Braxton Spencer Boudreaux (Baby Braxie). We were so excited to meet and welcome the new addition to our family! He is a little doll, and smells soooooooooo good! It has been a joy to see Melani become a mother. She is so darling to watch with her new baby boy. The kids all ran around playing non-stop, while my mom, my sister, and myself all took turns taking over the baby and stealing all his baby suggie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432228332599409202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2Mm4ydmejI/AAAAAAAABYY/lPQYEmp_nhA/s320/DSC05685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Melbel stealin' kissies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432228339130017970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2Mm5KynqLI/AAAAAAAABYg/a0sVRCULyUY/s320/DSC05676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Melani &amp;amp; Colby (cute cousins)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;(I can't believe how tall Colby is at 13!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432228345218998306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2Mm5heWICI/AAAAAAAABYw/XFNrBSJjf5U/s320/DSC05671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Lolo &amp;amp; Coco (proud aunts)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432228357183804802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2Mm6OC-lYI/AAAAAAAABY4/N2NgNxcS-io/s320/DSC05683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Tyler with his cousins Colby and Zac (He LOVES those boys)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432228610653937922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2MnI-S94QI/AAAAAAAABZA/iDS3gZGvUfQ/s320/DSC05697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My cousin Braxton happened to be in town the same weekend.  Braxie has always been so fun, and charismatic, and just a treat to be around...so it was lots of fun to see him!  (And it's no wonder why Meli named her baby after him....great guy....great name!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432228623468242466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2MnJuCIpiI/AAAAAAAABZQ/lZGuhNAITH8/s320/DSC05704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Even when hims cryin', hims coooot!  (Sorry, I baby talk even in my typing)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-6067301992357814262?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/6067301992357814262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=6067301992357814262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/6067301992357814262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/6067301992357814262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-braxie.html' title='Baby Braxie'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2Mm4ydmejI/AAAAAAAABYY/lPQYEmp_nhA/s72-c/DSC05685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-6787395802738027453</id><published>2010-01-19T19:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:52:05.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom can be Dangerous!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, we've had a lot of sickies in our house over the past several weeks, and haven't really been able to do much....so we've been creating our own fun around the house. So, for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428661948274377554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S1Z7R5iTA1I/AAAAAAAABVw/VR_BcJGh5Qs/s320/DSC05559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Warner (the tool man), took some time off from his busy football schedule to do some minor repairs around my house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428661944372339106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S1Z7Rq_-oaI/AAAAAAAABVo/kcdTauMiLZw/s320/DSC05558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428662467536933458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S1Z7wH8I0lI/AAAAAAAABV4/uK8Vnendgck/s320/DSC05560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; Katie buried her little brother in a sea of stuffed animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428662772226439138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S1Z8B2_xt-I/AAAAAAAABWA/11vR_5K5L3U/s320/DSC05580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The boys have kept themselves busy investigating why girls like what they like...for instance, Austin is trying to figure out the thrill of a barbie video game, while TJ is trying to tackle "why do girls talk so much on the phone!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428663659655789618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S1Z81g7a_DI/AAAAAAAABWQ/xXqfZaZQLn8/s320/DSC05646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Tyler has determined that becoming a surgeon is ultimate goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And last but not least, we decided to make a homemade safety video for Tyler of household dangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428663488168511570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S1Z8riFqyFI/AAAAAAAABWI/BAlGaZku3uQ/s320/DSC05647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; Like I said...boredom can be dangerous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;disclaimer: No children were harmed while filming this video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-6787395802738027453?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/6787395802738027453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=6787395802738027453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/6787395802738027453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/6787395802738027453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/01/boredom-can-be-dangerous.html' title='Boredom can be Dangerous!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S1Z7R5iTA1I/AAAAAAAABVw/VR_BcJGh5Qs/s72-c/DSC05559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-2993941587925261149</id><published>2010-01-18T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T08:09:59.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bubby Al!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Even though my brother never reads my blog, I want to wish him a very Happy Birthday. We went over to my moms on Sunday to have a little party for him. We ate mud slide pie (his favorite), and I sang my cheesy bday song I had written for him, and played risk (which I won....woohooo! I dominated the world!) I love my brother....he is very intelligent, and does over 1,000 voices spot on (no I'm not one of those people that thinks that because he is my brother he can do impressions.....he really can do them perfectly!) my favorite of course is tweety bird and sylvester! He is an awesome individual, and I love you bubby! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428660780065564594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S1Z6N5nnJ7I/AAAAAAAABVQ/O7q-iRaUIGY/s320/DSC05632.JPG" /&gt;Me and my bubby Alex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-2993941587925261149?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/2993941587925261149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=2993941587925261149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2993941587925261149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2993941587925261149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-bubby-al.html' title='Happy Birthday Bubby Al!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S1Z6N5nnJ7I/AAAAAAAABVQ/O7q-iRaUIGY/s72-c/DSC05632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-2800026203570212204</id><published>2010-01-03T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T15:20:33.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mommy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I just have to take a moment to wish my mommy a Happy Birthday! I love my mom more than words can say! She has always understood me, supported me, encouraged me, and loved me! She is beautiful, so smart, so spiritual, and full of so much good advice! She is my therapist, my cheerleader, my confidant, and my best friend! I am so lucky to have a mom like you! Thank you for all you have done for me, and taught me, and the example you set for me! I love you mommy! (Please don't ever cut the cord!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431934362742436994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2IbhfaANII/AAAAAAAABWw/wrSodsK0g7w/s320/DSC05673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-2800026203570212204?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/2800026203570212204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=2800026203570212204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2800026203570212204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2800026203570212204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-mommy.html' title='My Mommy!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/S2IbhfaANII/AAAAAAAABWw/wrSodsK0g7w/s72-c/DSC05673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-4878813754920945054</id><published>2009-12-27T17:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T17:29:36.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SzgIuDyPkNI/AAAAAAAABVA/FyfJekW2sr8/s1600-h/DSC05547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420091738923438290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SzgIuDyPkNI/AAAAAAAABVA/FyfJekW2sr8/s320/DSC05547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; I love Christmas morning bed-heads (kids, not mine) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SzgItiQdYzI/AAAAAAAABUw/OgW-a40sMhI/s1600-h/DSC05538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420091729923367730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SzgItiQdYzI/AAAAAAAABUw/OgW-a40sMhI/s320/DSC05538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Tyler hiding from the camera....he hasn't stopped pushing his lawn mower yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SzgItSgeA5I/AAAAAAAABUo/Qaf0CA-49DU/s1600-h/DSC05539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420091725695550354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SzgItSgeA5I/AAAAAAAABUo/Qaf0CA-49DU/s320/DSC05539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Katelyn with her pet vet set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SzgIs1MyKqI/AAAAAAAABUg/Rd0c931QpK4/s1600-h/DSC05536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420091717828356770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SzgIs1MyKqI/AAAAAAAABUg/Rd0c931QpK4/s320/DSC05536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; Austin taking aim with his newest weapon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-4878813754920945054?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/4878813754920945054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=4878813754920945054' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4878813754920945054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/4878813754920945054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-morning.html' title='Christmas Morning!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SzgIuDyPkNI/AAAAAAAABVA/FyfJekW2sr8/s72-c/DSC05547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-2869769280119492121</id><published>2009-12-27T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T17:21:46.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This Christmas was not as traditional as I would have liked. We missed out on a lot of things like going to see the temple lights, and sending out Christmas cards, and baking tons and tons of goodies.....but it did make me really think about what was important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;With Katelyn not really being able to do much, or not knowing when she was going to need a breathing treatment, really limited what I was able to do this year. But, I was able to think about my Savior. I was able to think about what He did for me. I was able to think about how it was for my parents when my sister was so sick, and how they had to watch her suffer and suffer, and when at the most unbearable times, turn to the Lord, and lean completely on Him. I remember many days like that, and I am very grateful for their example of how to do that. As I would lay awake at night in Katelyn's bed with her while she tried to sleep with an oxygen mask on her face, staring at her little pulse ox meter on her finger, silently praying that her pulse ox would come up and stay up, and listening to her wheezing, and thinking that I couldn't stand one more moment of it.....and then thinking how much worse it could be.  I know that Katelyn is miserable right now, but I know that she will get better.  I can't say the same for many parents going through unthinkable nightmares with their children.  I watched my parents do it, and I NEVER want to go through the loss of a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Which leads me back to my thoughts on the Savior.  Heavenly Father had to watch His child, who never sinned, suffer for all of our mistakes.  I know that Jesus suffered more than anyone on Earth ever could, and I know that He understands every emotion that we have because of His Atonement.  I take great comfort in knowing that while I was watching my little girl struggling to breath, I was not alone.  I knew that I was surrounded by angels that care about me, and my family.  I know that those same angels were with me when Tyler was in the Special Care Unit when he was born.  As soon as I walked in that room to see him, I was overwhelmed with the amount of spirits in that room.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So whether we like it or not, suffering is part of this life, and its main purpose is to bring us closer to our Savior.  Because when things are going great, we aren't thinking about how much He has done for us.  It takes that great pain and agony to force us down on our knees, and turn our thoughts to our Creator.  And with this Christmas....my thoughts are with my Savior, Jesus Christ.  I know that He was born in that lowly stable, and that He conquered all.  I am grateful for Him.  I am grateful to know that throughout any trial in my life, He understands me, and He loves me.  I am grateful to know that He loves my children more than I do.  In knowing that, I don't have to worry about my children, for they are truly in His hands, and that is a safer place to be than in mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-2869769280119492121?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/2869769280119492121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=2869769280119492121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2869769280119492121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2869769280119492121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-thoughts.html' title='Christmas Thoughts'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-2672580749433006911</id><published>2009-12-27T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:34:22.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story Behind The Stocking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Szf8rcs0FVI/AAAAAAAABUY/XknCw4-azRA/s1600-h/DSC05557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420078499932411218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Szf8rcs0FVI/AAAAAAAABUY/XknCw4-azRA/s320/DSC05557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Growing up, we didn't have normal looking stockings....in fact, I don't remember any excitement over Santa or anything magical (of course, I was the youngest of 5 children). In any case, we always had one of my dad's black work socks, and it was always stuffed with an orange, and some kind of sweet (bear claw, danish, or my favorite...Cadbury Bar), and later when available, juice boxes. Regardless of any presents we received, the stocking remained the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;When questioned by the children, my mother said that the tradition of this came from her father, who grew up during the depression, and that the stocking with an orange and a sweet, was his Christmas. Having a fresh orange and a piece of chocolate was a big treat for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;When Jeff and I got married, I chose to carry this tradition on, in hopes that my children will ask me the story behind it, and I will be able to help them see the abundance of blessings they have. So, what may seem like a lame Christmas breakfast to them now, hopefully will one day make them think about how fortunate they are, and that sharing in that one little piece of their great grandfathers life will make them realize the importance of knowing their heritage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-2672580749433006911?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/2672580749433006911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=2672580749433006911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2672580749433006911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2672580749433006911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2009/12/story-behind-stocking.html' title='The Story Behind The Stocking!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Szf8rcs0FVI/AAAAAAAABUY/XknCw4-azRA/s72-c/DSC05557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-5312642221525072121</id><published>2009-12-27T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T11:58:09.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Crazies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Okay, what would Christmas be without total chaos, and trying to add something spiritual in the midst of all the insanity? It just wouldn't be Christmas! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My family has always done the big "Christmas Eve" as our tradition. When I was little, all of my cousins would come over, my mom would make a huge dinner, and we would always have a program. My grandmother started the "program" tradition. The little kids would always dress up, and act out the nativity. My oldest sister, Stacey, was the oldest cousin, and she saw to it that all of us were lined up, dressed, and ready to go. It was always chaotic, but memorable. As we got older, (and my brothers became more obnoxious) (sorry guys, but it's true), the programs were less and less, and when attempting were defeated by mocking, laughing, and joking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So this year, my sister and I decided that we wanted our kids to do a "program". I spent a week writing it. It turned out really good. It was a mixture of the fun things about Christmas, and the nativity, and missionary work. I was so excited for the kids to do it. The only problem that we had, was that Katelyn was very very sick with double pneumonia and a kidney infection, and couldn't rehearse at all the whole week (she was lucky not to be in the hospital). We never ended up doing a practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So, on Christmas Eve, Katelyn thought that she felt good enough to go over for a couple of hours. So, we got there, and ate a beautiful dinner, that Lolo killed herself making! Then, she and I took the kids upstairs to do a quick run through, so that the kids knew what to do (there were songs to sing, costume changes, and lines they had to know). 15 minutes after we went upstairs, all of the men started yelling up "Are we gonna do this thing or not?" "Let's go!". So, with total and complete chaos.....we began "The Christmas Program". Never mind that the kids didn't know where to stand, or that they would get thirsty in the middle of their part, and leave to go get a drink, or that the cd was skipping during the most spiritual part, or that no one could remember their lines, so I'm whispering them loudly to all the kids, and that their costumes were on at the wrong time, or that they were on backwards........I'm saying, it would not feel like Christmas without all of this craziness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Program ruined???? I'm gonna say no, because at least we attempted it....and the spirit was there regardless of all that! No pictures, because Jeff was videoing, and I was running around these kids the whole time, and as soon as it was over, their costumes were flung all over the floor as they tore into the other room to open their presents! But I did get cute nativity costumes from OTC (before you ask, no, I don't sew)!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Anyway, we let all the kids open their presents from aunts, and uncles, and grandparents, since that was the only time we were together. It was a lot of fun....and the kids got some really great gifts! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420004771836592546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sze5n6I-AaI/AAAAAAAABTQ/x_7nGvI0QLY/s320/DSC05468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Grown-ups table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420004766733163426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sze5nnIN26I/AAAAAAAABTI/qfBc6W1KsVU/s320/DSC05470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The kids table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420004777045505426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sze5oNi3tZI/AAAAAAAABTY/nBot-rYkLng/s320/DSC05476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Tyler opening his first present of the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420004779312742418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sze5oV_bABI/AAAAAAAABTg/MVbhtTYlqlw/s320/DSC05479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Katie even being well enough to go was our present!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420004785428612386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sze5osxjxSI/AAAAAAAABTo/Zb2dl63uPPY/s320/DSC05482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Tylee, Zac, Lolo, Grandma Reenie, and Charles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420005305329701442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sze6G9jo0kI/AAAAAAAABTw/jrOoi4IzbCc/s320/DSC05508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Both Colby and Austin (the 2 football obsessed boys) received Jerseys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420005309054976258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sze6HLb0AQI/AAAAAAAABT4/TDicaeJyd4k/s320/DSC05514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420005321639109746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sze6H6UGpHI/AAAAAAAABUQ/2Azjdvey9-k/s320/DSC05489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Colby, Alex, Adam, and Charles in the background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420005316416640754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sze6Hm2-FvI/AAAAAAAABUI/5YFQG2zLHg8/s320/DSC05504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My beautiful sister Lori, and her look-a-like grandma Reenie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-5312642221525072121?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/5312642221525072121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=5312642221525072121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5312642221525072121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5312642221525072121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve-crazies.html' title='Christmas Eve Crazies!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sze5n6I-AaI/AAAAAAAABTQ/x_7nGvI0QLY/s72-c/DSC05468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-5601311582580346829</id><published>2009-12-19T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T11:05:46.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Cuties!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My sweet little daughter Katelyn had her dance recital on Friday night.  It was so so cute!  I love Sarah Jones.  She really loves her dancers, and goes out of her way to let them know it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Anyway, Katelyn had been very sick the week before the recital, and missed her normal dance class, and I was a little nervous about her being able to do the routine.  But she got well enough to dance just in the nick of time, and she was AWESOME!  I couldn't believe how great she did.  I was definitely the "proud mamma".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417127823187212482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sy2BDdP1eMI/AAAAAAAABSg/SG5qfMLeKe4/s320/DSC05412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Practicing right before the show began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417127106248567090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sy2AZucV6TI/AAAAAAAABRg/kQOMjweFXxk/s320/DSC05414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Katelyn was very excited to have her make-up and nails done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417127109380999170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sy2AZ6HLCAI/AAAAAAAABRo/IC8tqSl5wpg/s320/DSC05415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Keeping nerves calm before the show began (all of those little ballerinas were so adorable!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417127111358079346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sy2AaBei4XI/AAAAAAAABRw/DKJjYXAWJVA/s320/DSC05426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(Sorry, the lighting is not great)  All of the dancers with Sis. Jones before the recital.  Katelyn is in the second row up second from the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417127118980951698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sy2Aad3-rpI/AAAAAAAABR4/aF6CIKzi9NA/s320/DSC05435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dancing to the nutcracker (Katie is the 4th one from the left, in the center)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417127120551827154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sy2AajugVtI/AAAAAAAABSA/iuNPp8nR5LU/s320/DSC05452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jumping into her cousin Colby's arms after the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417127509986447474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sy2AxOe9EHI/AAAAAAAABSI/zLxB-wFYgTM/s320/DSC05455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Daddy gave his baby girl flowers after the show (she thought that was the best thing ever!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417127522183357330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sy2Ax767I5I/AAAAAAAABSY/9b6GVBlesYQ/s320/DSC05460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Proudly showing off her bouquet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417127514382244738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sy2Axe2_m4I/AAAAAAAABSQ/elwoFWW4Bs4/s320/DSC05457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Most of my family came to support little Katie, which was so sweet of them.  Like I said, she had been really sick the week before, and she ended up having a relapse the day after the recital.  Colby was especially cute (and a little embarrassing to me at the time), but he kept yelling "Katelyn....Katycoo....Go Katelyn" nice and loud....it was his way of showing support to his little cousin!  Katelyn loved that so many came to see her, and we were all so very proud of our little&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Katie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-5601311582580346829?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/5601311582580346829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=5601311582580346829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5601311582580346829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/5601311582580346829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2009/12/dancing-cuties.html' title='Dancing Cuties!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sy2BDdP1eMI/AAAAAAAABSg/SG5qfMLeKe4/s72-c/DSC05412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-1427019222999275013</id><published>2009-12-11T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T11:21:09.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing in Jammies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; Every Christmas season that my kids have gone to Benjamin Franklin Charter School, I have to say that their music teacher there teaches some of the cutest Christmas songs to sing (no, not "holiday songs", but Christmas songs). This year was no exception! All of the 1st and 2nd graders had to wear their pajamas and perform their 3 little songs. The theme this year was "Twas the night before Christmas" which was so cute. They had the first group recite the first few lines singing songs that related in between their lines, and then the next group (3rd and 4th graders) did theirs, and so forth. It was a really cute show. I was sad because Katelyn couldn't even go, she was too sick, and had missed the whole week of school. But Austin went, and did a great job! I tried uploading the song videos, because they were really cute, but it didn't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419996419081774610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SzeyBttCJhI/AAAAAAAABSo/dH9tk_6VxMU/s320/DSC05380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;1st &amp;amp; 2nd graders singing "Now It's Time to Go To Bed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; (Austin is right on the edge behind the rail in the dark pajamas on the 2nd step from the top)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419996430941827490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SzeyCZ4sMaI/AAAAAAAABTA/PgR0MpIdw_U/s320/DSC05393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;All of the students at the very end singing "Silent Night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419996423089148578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SzeyB8od0qI/AAAAAAAABSw/tKk5GcdBkIY/s320/DSC05396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;After the Show....not wanting to hold still for 1 second, I got one shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-1427019222999275013?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/1427019222999275013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=1427019222999275013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/1427019222999275013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/1427019222999275013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2009/12/singing-in-jammies.html' title='Singing in Jammies!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SzeyBttCJhI/AAAAAAAABSo/dH9tk_6VxMU/s72-c/DSC05380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-8566074003889912184</id><published>2009-12-06T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:50:13.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice Chiropractic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Well, our new office is finally under construction! We put money down on this spot over a year ago, and the economy tanked shortly after. So, we have waited and waited, and now, we are finally starting to build. It is very exciting for us. We are switching our name from Shiflet Family Chiropractic to Choice Chiropractic. We will have a website soon, and we are hoping that we will be moving into our new office at the end of December, or beginning of January. For those of you that are patients, you will be getting a mailer about it soon. For those of you who aren't patients....why aren't you? Get your behinds in and start feeling great! Hahaha! Seriously, we have been trying to move to a better location for 2 years, so this is a prayer that is being answered, and we are very grateful! Here are a few pics I took of some of the new construction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412350089120638626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyHuu4W5qI/AAAAAAAABQg/RArTasxLyBs/s320/DSC05374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412349992088239730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyHpFaB_nI/AAAAAAAABQA/S9E6YHJtUTE/s320/DSC05365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412350718655501730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyITYFKlaI/AAAAAAAABQo/cMpU7__05N8/s320/DSC05357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is the front desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412349987314127938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyHozny1EI/AAAAAAAABP4/9OiR2LeJMt0/s320/DSC05359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jeff standing in his office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412349998459985090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyHpdJLHMI/AAAAAAAABQI/Z23Di1uIqEs/s320/DSC05367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412350723333375266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyITpgdRSI/AAAAAAAABQw/ZxKxklckbKU/s320/DSC05360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The adjusting area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412350007671611858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyHp_dZYdI/AAAAAAAABQQ/8OVkPS2bqkA/s320/DSC05368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412350015901580098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyHqeHku0I/AAAAAAAABQY/ZE8f8tlF8Qo/s320/DSC05369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The dry wall is in!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Joe Palmer and Ben Sivert have been working all week on the electrical (all LED, sweet!) and are about finished.  We also have Brooklyn Wilkins helping us design the inside, and she is doing a great job....I can't wait to see it when it is all finished!  :)  Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-8566074003889912184?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/8566074003889912184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=8566074003889912184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8566074003889912184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8566074003889912184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2009/12/choice-chiropractic.html' title='Choice Chiropractic!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyHuu4W5qI/AAAAAAAABQg/RArTasxLyBs/s72-c/DSC05374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-8277011928936884885</id><published>2009-12-02T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:20:54.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler's Tool Bed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, we FINALLY, got Tyler his own toddler bed. I have to admit I have been really bad with Tyler (after all, he is my baby). He only slept in his crib a month or two, and never slept well in it, so I would always let him be my cuddle buddy. I love to cuddle with my baby...so sue me. Anyway, when he was between 1 and 2 sometime, we had made him a very comfy pallet on the floor of my room. We have a little Spiderman couch that you can lay down, and turn into a bed, and we put pillows all around it, and a thick comforter on top of that....so he started sleeping on that (well, at least most of the time). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well, Tyler LOVES tools, and I saw this Handy Manny bed at Walmart, so we finally got it for him. He was so excited when Jeff put it together. He helped his daddy every step of the way. And when it was time to get in it, he was even more excited! He slept in it the whole night through the first 3 nights. The last couple of nights, he has wondered into my room in the around 3am. (It's funny that he knows to walk to my side, which is the furthest from the door, because he knows daddy will walk him back to his own bed). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, Austin is thrilled to have a roommate again, and is always disappointed if he wakes up and Tyler is not in his own bed. I love that my boys love each other so much! And I love having a hubby that is so good at everything, and is teaching his boys to be just as handy....after all.....a mom can &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; have enough good help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410831290736937394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxciZB_xibI/AAAAAAAABNw/6M-jy9OSrxE/s320/DSC05264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410831299957453186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxciZkWHcYI/AAAAAAAABN4/xZ-kME8sd2c/s320/DSC05269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410831304309152130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxciZ0jpGYI/AAAAAAAABOA/wDZJzcHuFkA/s320/DSC05271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410831312867330130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxciaUcEiFI/AAAAAAAABOI/10raFR14INU/s320/DSC05275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410831323109197250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sxcia6l7BcI/AAAAAAAABOQ/HxWECc4rdi0/s320/DSC05280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410858571108694162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sxc7M9TPuJI/AAAAAAAABOY/kcZ8GxrsbGg/s320/DSC05285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410858572014482866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Sxc7NArM9bI/AAAAAAAABOg/1PAKndfqMXI/s320/DSC05288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sweet Dreams BooBoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-8277011928936884885?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/8277011928936884885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=8277011928936884885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8277011928936884885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/8277011928936884885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2009/12/tylers-tool-bed.html' title='Tyler&apos;s Tool Bed!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxciZB_xibI/AAAAAAAABNw/6M-jy9OSrxE/s72-c/DSC05264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-6219419643322656031</id><published>2009-11-30T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:31:36.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; We had such a great Thanksgiving! We went to my sister's house, and the day was so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412342175446923618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyAiGJg-WI/AAAAAAAABOo/oqQozmxzBSY/s320/DSC05291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My sister had set a beautiful table for us, so that we could all fit and eat together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412342178856511778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyAiS2bKSI/AAAAAAAABOw/szmHK4UJwPU/s320/DSC05295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everyone was there from my family including my darling niece Melani (on the left, my mom on the right).  She is due with her first baby in mid December, and drove down with her hubby Brandon from Utah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412342188283347890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyAi199Q7I/AAAAAAAABO4/m9x4fbaxINk/s320/DSC05299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;They also brought their little dog Boudie, who Tyler loved!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412342191833693138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyAjDMbO9I/AAAAAAAABPA/5ZEeprtdG_A/s320/DSC05314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is my sis-in-law Coco (yes, she recently went dark), with Katie and my sweet niece, Tylee (who was supposed to spend Thanksgiving with her dad, but she prayed that she would be able to spend Thanksgiving with all her cousins, and her prayers were answered!  Just one more reason to be grateful!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412342589740849186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyA6Ng4mCI/AAAAAAAABPQ/MAjd_hFHHog/s320/DSC05336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After stuffing ourselves, we all went to the park to play a friendly (NOT) family game of football (Except for Mel, who is too preggo, and myself, since I had some severe gall bladder pain after eating so much yummy food!)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412342199457994306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyAjfmM1kI/AAAAAAAABPI/OuBUo1-t_Y4/s320/DSC05329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My niece, Melani, made everyone Jersey's with their names on them, and we about peed our pants when we saw my mom had put hers on backwards, and when we told her what we were laughing at, she said "Fine, I'll turn it around", she then took it off and put it back on backwards again.....It was pretty hilarious!   We love you Mimi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412342601031413250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyA63kw7gI/AAAAAAAABPg/gr6W9HiYHQo/s320/DSC05351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Austin was in complete heaven since he eats, lives, and breathes football lately!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412342613815136306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyA7nMpEDI/AAAAAAAABPw/7cozA_A0dhY/s320/DSC05352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Katie was the cheerleader on the side!  (She's her mommy's girl! :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412342611432313330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyA7eUiEfI/AAAAAAAABPo/XvVmwNyxe2w/s320/DSC05354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tyler even ran in a touchdown!  Go Tyler Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The most fun part of the day for me was when Lolo and I sang a song that we had written to the song "We are the Champions"  and we called it "We are the Coxes", and made fun of all of our "family issues"....it was so hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We also got to visit, and play cards, and laugh....it was lot of fun, and I was grateful to have my family all together again...it has been a while since the whole family was together!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-6219419643322656031?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/6219419643322656031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=6219419643322656031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/6219419643322656031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/6219419643322656031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-fun.html' title='Thanksgiving Fun!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SxyAiGJg-WI/AAAAAAAABOo/oqQozmxzBSY/s72-c/DSC05291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-2331449394850954123</id><published>2009-11-20T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T09:06:06.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ear Infection Buster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SwbKBtIEwrI/AAAAAAAABNo/sRbFf90kYy8/s1600/DSC05247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406230533347001010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SwbKBtIEwrI/AAAAAAAABNo/sRbFf90kYy8/s320/DSC05247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Last night Tyler started grabbing his ear and crying saying "ear hurt". So Jeff drove all the way to his office to get his opthalmoscope so that he could check to see if Tyler had an ear infection. Sure enough, his ear was definitely red and inflamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;                                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tyler has had only 1 other ear infection, and we did this same thing, and I'm telling you....IT WORKS! I use Oxy Pure in the kids drinks when they are sick, and other things...but as ear drops...it is even more awesome! We mixed some distilled water (10 drops) with Oxy Pure (1 drop), and dropped 1 or 2 drops in his ear last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This morning, his ear has only a tiny bit of pink left, and it is almost completely better (by tonight it will be). This morning we asked Tyler where his "ouwee" was, and he grabbed his ear and said "no hurt...all better". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, I'm telling all you moms that have kids that get an ear infection (regardless of age)....save yourself the time and headache of going to get antibiotics, and stop by Jeff's office for some Oxy Pure. It works, it is safe, it is fast, and there are no side effects!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-2331449394850954123?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/2331449394850954123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=2331449394850954123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2331449394850954123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2331449394850954123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2009/11/ear-infection-buster.html' title='The Ear Infection Buster!'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SwbKBtIEwrI/AAAAAAAABNo/sRbFf90kYy8/s72-c/DSC05247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7871510009007302085.post-2567478347205979133</id><published>2009-11-09T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:09:48.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon Tree = Lemonade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On Saturday, Jeff picked up a little Eureka Lemon Tree. I told him a long time ago that I wanted one, and Katie for some reason has been asking for one. I love Jeff for always getting the kids excited about gardening, and planting, and always letting them help (as much as they are able anyway). He has always been so good about that. Anyway, while I was gone, he and kids went out and dug a hole, and planted our tree....and he even remembered to take pictures...good job honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402243172632447458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Svifiw8JSeI/AAAAAAAABMg/G3Dn8QcT7rM/s320/DSC05211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402243178469464770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SvifjGrzGsI/AAAAAAAABMo/udh9Lhk_keI/s320/DSC05213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402243184268021730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SvifjcSSD-I/AAAAAAAABMw/38bRgRDfhjw/s320/DSC05214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402243185582845794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/SvifjhLwr2I/AAAAAAAABM4/UO9pH3jJjgU/s320/DSC05215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402243475907864194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Svif0auo5oI/AAAAAAAABNI/l1NVTa_bwmE/s320/DSC05217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402243484524390834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Svif060-qbI/AAAAAAAABNY/SfBT_LooVtM/s320/DSC05219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402243489035733314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Svif1LokSUI/AAAAAAAABNg/F3jMuDUDs_U/s320/DSC05220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402243191667316642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Svifj32aV6I/AAAAAAAABNA/WrWalmB-8HA/s320/DSC05216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7871510009007302085-2567478347205979133?l=shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/feeds/2567478347205979133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7871510009007302085&amp;postID=2567478347205979133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2567478347205979133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7871510009007302085/posts/default/2567478347205979133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shifletshoutouts.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-saturday-jeff-picked-up-little.html' title='Lemon Tree = Lemonade'/><author><name>The Shiflet Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10327668374951018867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQ1T0_mEbeM/Svifiw8JSeI/AAAAAAAABMg/G3Dn8QcT7rM/s72-c/DSC05211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
