Sunday, January 13, 2008

Well it's, Sunday morning and i got up early shoveled about 2more inch's of snow and went to stake priesthood meeting at 8:00 good ha!!!!!!!!!!! Jonna said she is still waiting for something on this blog thing, so here is what I'm thinking of this morning . O by the way i worked all day yesterday (Saturday) trying to make Jonna's wants come true??? Been studying the lesson for priesthood this morning and read something that I would like share with all of my loved one's That I would like all to read. This is a test to see what you feel and what happens to you when you read it. During the hot and sultry afternoon of June 27,1844, a mob with blackened faces stormed the jail and murdered Joseph and Hyrum Smith. About three hours later, Willard Richard and John Taylor, who had been in the jail with the martyrs, sent a melancholy message to Nauvoo: "Carthage Jail, 8:05 o'clock.m. June 27th,1844. Joseph and Hyrum are dead.........The job was done in an instant. At the age of 38 the prophet Joseph Smith had sealed his testimony with his blood. His work in mortality completed, the Church and kingdom of god set in place for the last time on earth, Joseph Smith fell to the bullets of assassins. Of the Prophet Joseph Smith the Lord himself testified: "I did call upon {Joseph Smith} by mine angles,my ministering servant's, and by mine own voice out of the heavens,to bring forth my work: which foundation he did lay, and was faithful: and I took him to myself. Many have marveled because of his death but it was needful that he should seal his testimony with his blood that he might be honored and the wicked might be condemned. Now you have to respond and I will tell you the results of the TEST.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

See the spell check really doesn't work very well

Well honey, it took about and hour to find this and try to get in, because you put yours on the favorites list but left mine in outer space. The spell check is all different than the other one and so everything is all new... and I just don"t have time for this. It will help me be right all the time, so here it is. Sorry to everyone about the miss spelling, it's the first time to try to figure it out.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Put this on my Tombstone!

Do not stand at my grave and forever weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gently autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
Mary Frye