<?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-3006756322529845709</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:35:12.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment in Time</title><subtitle type='html'>Sweet Memories . . . . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964901749601590649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7td28nAo48U/Sw9bltz97fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jlGJ57xUpO0/S220/017.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006756322529845709.post-5172947107269194052</id><published>2009-10-30T14:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:01:00.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I frightened of . . .</title><content type='html'>I guess its appropriate to answer this the day before Halloween.  As I kid I was afraid of bugs, so I'm told.  That's how I got the nick name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nenny&lt;/span&gt; Bug (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nenny&lt;/span&gt; was how my older brother pronounced my name).  Although I don't like having to deal with spiders, mice or other such creatures I'm not frightened of them.  My fears are more of the unknown kind.  When My husband deploys will he come home safe?  Will I be strong enough to accept God's plan for me if he doesn't come home?  I have 2 kids with constant sometimes tiring medical issues will they be healthy for many many years; or will some of their internal systems start shutting down?  Can I hold strong and Endure to the End . . .No matter what trials and obstacles are put in my path?  That is where my fears are.  Although I know that one decision will not 'make or break' me and that it is my everyday actions.  But somehow I still develop fears that if I do something wrong it will set the course toward destruction. &lt;br /&gt;I also know that FEAR and FAITH cannot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exist&lt;/span&gt; together and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;therefore&lt;/span&gt; I have lots of work to do to conquer my fears and know without a doubt that I CAN stay strong, I CAN endure, and I CAN do it all knowing my Heavenly Father loves me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006756322529845709-5172947107269194052?l=amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/feeds/5172947107269194052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-am-i-frightened-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default/5172947107269194052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default/5172947107269194052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-am-i-frightened-of.html' title='What am I frightened of . . .'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964901749601590649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7td28nAo48U/Sw9bltz97fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jlGJ57xUpO0/S220/017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006756322529845709.post-675562384209754044</id><published>2009-10-28T20:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:33:40.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom and I . . .</title><content type='html'>didn't really have an common interests.  She was old fashioned, I was young and impulsive.  She was giving and worked hard everyday, I was stubborn and got out of work any way I could.  As the years have past though I find that we are more alike than I thought.  Our laid back personality for one.  We tend to live with the idea that you can be who you want and do what you want and please let me do the same.  We love family and getting together for fun times, I'm sad though that I live so far away and can't make it home for holidays and such.  So I build a family of friends where ever the Army plants me for a few years.  I find myself repeating things my Mother said to me when I was growing up and I'm sure that she said things her Mother told her.  I love that My Mom and I made it through my teenage years and that we have a great relationship today.  She has been and continues to be a great example to me as look at my own girls, raising them and trying to do my best for them, as my Mom did for me.  I love you Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006756322529845709-675562384209754044?l=amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/feeds/675562384209754044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-mom-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default/675562384209754044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default/675562384209754044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-mom-and-i.html' title='My Mom and I . . .'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964901749601590649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7td28nAo48U/Sw9bltz97fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jlGJ57xUpO0/S220/017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006756322529845709.post-6960094156504145470</id><published>2009-10-11T23:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:10:40.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The instrument I play is . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Piano&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I took lessons off and on from about 6 or 7 I think.  Mostly from my Aunt Barb, my Aunt Lorraine, And from a Suzuki Method trainer for a short period of time.  I know a few hymns well, I can top hand several hymns, I can figure out a pound out a few more.  I have actually thought I should sit down and teach myself all they hymns, and the primary children songs.  I have yet to do that.  I understand it all well enough to teach myself I just don't.  I do however teach my girls.  They work on one song a week as a part of their home school curriculum.  Even if they don't stick with it I hope to teach them enough that can can decide if they like it and be able to teach themselves more if they choose.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006756322529845709-6960094156504145470?l=amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6960094156504145470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/instrument-i-play-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default/6960094156504145470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default/6960094156504145470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/instrument-i-play-is.html' title='The instrument I play is . . .'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964901749601590649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7td28nAo48U/Sw9bltz97fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jlGJ57xUpO0/S220/017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006756322529845709.post-6701470672054802029</id><published>2009-10-09T17:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:07:02.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have lots of favorite scriptures . . .</title><content type='html'>But one I go back to often is actually the entire chapter 13 of 1st Corinthians.  I guess I like it because it tells you about what true charity is.  I may never get it completely right I will always have an area in my life that I will continually work on.  I try to live my life following these guidelines and if I ever get it right or even close the blessings shall be great . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 0%; margin-right: 0%;"&gt; &lt;div class="title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE FIRST EPISTLE OF PAUL THE APOSTLE TO THE CORINTHIANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="large"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;" class="subtitle"&gt; CHAPTER 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="summary"&gt; Paul extols the high status of charity—Charity, a pure love, excels and exceeds almost all else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="1_cor/13/1" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   1 &lt;span class="smallcaps"&gt; Though&lt;/span&gt; I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become &lt;i&gt;as&lt;/i&gt; sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="1_cor/13/2" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   2  And though I have &lt;i&gt;the gift of&lt;/i&gt; prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="1_cor/13/3" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   3  And though I bestow all my goods to feed &lt;i&gt;the poor,&lt;/i&gt; and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="1_cor/13/4" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   4  Charity suffereth long, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="1_cor/13/5" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   5  Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="1_cor/13/6" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   6  Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="1_cor/13/7" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   7  Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="1_cor/13/8" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   8  Charity never faileth: but whether &lt;i&gt;there be&lt;/i&gt; prophecies, they shall fail; whether &lt;i&gt;there be&lt;/i&gt; tongues, they shall cease; whether &lt;i&gt;there be&lt;/i&gt; knowledge, it shall vanish away. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="1_cor/13/9" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   9  For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="1_cor/13/10" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   10  But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="1_cor/13/11" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;  11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="1_cor/13/12" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;  12 For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="1_cor/13/13" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   13  And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; charity. &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/3006756322529845709-6701470672054802029?l=amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/feeds/6701470672054802029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-lots-of-favorite-scriptures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default/6701470672054802029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default/6701470672054802029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-lots-of-favorite-scriptures.html' title='I have lots of favorite scriptures . . .'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964901749601590649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7td28nAo48U/Sw9bltz97fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jlGJ57xUpO0/S220/017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006756322529845709.post-7799682753716574877</id><published>2009-10-08T14:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:30:21.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Handed down talents in my family . . .</title><content type='html'>Would have to be mostly in music.  My grandfather loved music especially the hymns.  Many of us have taken piano or other musical lessons.  I took Piano for awhile and can play if needed, but it's been a long time.  I do know that it relaxes me and when I'm stressed I really should take time out for myself and sit down and play through songs that I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can play by ear so I can hear a song on the radio or somewhere and if I sit down to the piano I'm pretty good at figuring out the melody although when you don't use your talents they become rusty and this has become rusty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't used my voice in ages in public I used to sing solos in Jr. High and High school choir - again many years and layers of rust.  But I can still carry a tune and dogs don't howl at the moon when I sing so maybe if I work I can salvage both these talents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006756322529845709-7799682753716574877?l=amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/feeds/7799682753716574877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/handed-down-talents-in-my-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default/7799682753716574877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default/7799682753716574877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/handed-down-talents-in-my-family.html' title='Handed down talents in my family . . .'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964901749601590649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7td28nAo48U/Sw9bltz97fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jlGJ57xUpO0/S220/017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006756322529845709.post-1567997093337691104</id><published>2009-10-07T19:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:08:14.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I would like to vacation . . .</title><content type='html'>Hmmm well this one is difficult to answer.  Most of our vacations are heading to Idaho / Utah to visit family.  Doesn't really seam all that great, but I've lived in Hawaii and Germany.  Two really great vacation spots, we've also lived in Texas and Washington and traveled to many places surrounding those states.  Along with the fact that each time we move we take the time to stop at other fun vacation spots such as the Grand Canyon.  When Paul was in school in Virgina we drove out to pick him up from Idaho stopping at all the church history site along the way.  So a vacation for me is when I get to Travel home (where my heart is anyway).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006756322529845709-1567997093337691104?l=amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/feeds/1567997093337691104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-would-like-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default/1567997093337691104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default/1567997093337691104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-would-like-vacation.html' title='I would like to vacation . . .'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964901749601590649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7td28nAo48U/Sw9bltz97fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jlGJ57xUpO0/S220/017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006756322529845709.post-391898713331223433</id><published>2009-10-06T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:48:32.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I always had a bicycle . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm pretty sure most were hand-me-downs from an aunt or my older brother.  The most memorable was the little yellow one that I wanted blue.  We spray painted it, but I think we forgot to pay attention to the pedal area it was really hard to pedal after that.  The only time I remember hating the darn thing was at the end of my third grade school year when we had two weeks where we could ride our bikes to school.  A group of us rode over 3 miles from Hitt road across Hwy 20 (yes Hwy 20 before it got so busy) to Fairview school.  I remember it well because I rode with one or two flat tires the whole stinkin way.  I think some in the group traded with me a time or two.  But I totally slowed the whole group down -I'm pretty sure we were late that day - and I remember hurting all that day at school, my muscles were pretty sore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006756322529845709-391898713331223433?l=amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/feeds/391898713331223433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-i-always-had-bicycle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default/391898713331223433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default/391898713331223433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-i-always-had-bicycle.html' title='I think I always had a bicycle . . .'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964901749601590649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7td28nAo48U/Sw9bltz97fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jlGJ57xUpO0/S220/017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006756322529845709.post-2858151995680134686</id><published>2009-10-06T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:31:39.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I was Baptized . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I would have to say I don't remember it well.  I know my Uncle Bill baptized me and my Grandfather confirmed me.  I got baptized when I was 8 with several other kids my age and it was kind of a stand in line and get it done thing.  That being said I think for me it was just something I was suppose to do. I wanted to do.  I did not question whether or not I should.  I just knew that I wanted to do the things I was asked to do by my Heavenly Father, by my Mother and by my family.  I'm so very grateful I took that step and I'm so blessed to know that my Father in Heaven loves me.  I know there are definite times in my life that can not be explained any other way.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006756322529845709-2858151995680134686?l=amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2858151995680134686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-i-was-baptized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default/2858151995680134686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default/2858151995680134686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-i-was-baptized.html' title='The day I was Baptized . . .'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964901749601590649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7td28nAo48U/Sw9bltz97fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jlGJ57xUpO0/S220/017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006756322529845709.post-2634834563859794269</id><published>2009-10-05T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:14:37.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The most exciting place I've ever been . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Would have to be Germany.  The food the culture, and exciting places to travel.  Everything was so close a day trip could take us to France, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EuroDisney&lt;/span&gt;/Paris,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Belgium&lt;/span&gt;, Amsterdam, Switzerland and Austria.  I took a bus trip for Mother's day with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; to London.  The bus drove all night we shopped all day and they rode back all night, it was awesome!  Every staying close by and exploring the Castles, the Black Forrest, so many fun things to do.  Every winter they had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KristleMarket&lt;/span&gt; or Christmas fest yummy foods and little shops to by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; at.  Spring and Fall brought the fest  similar to a fair here in the states.  Again really yummy foods and fun to be had by all!  I'm really glad that the 3 years we spent there were spent well; exploring new places and such.  I met some of the greatest people there.  I'm thankful I was given that opportunity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3006756322529845709-2634834563859794269?l=amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/feeds/2634834563859794269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/most-exciting-place-ive-ever-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default/2634834563859794269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006756322529845709/posts/default/2634834563859794269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amomentintime-jenn.blogspot.com/2009/10/most-exciting-place-ive-ever-been.html' title='The most exciting place I&apos;ve ever been . . .'/><author><name>Jenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15964901749601590649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7td28nAo48U/Sw9bltz97fI/AAAAAAAAAHM/jlGJ57xUpO0/S220/017.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
