<?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-3020469809118984519</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:03:34.601-07:00</updated><category term='.'/><title type='text'>Hoping to Adopt</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tyler and Jeena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176970719701734270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vek_gPOGlcc/TXamS8eG0nI/AAAAAAAABDU/ipPLCOxeNSs/s220/Jolley%2B163.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020469809118984519.post-1336613663606019139</id><published>2011-09-10T21:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T21:43:01.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption is a Miracle</title><content type='html'>I am amazed to see God's hand in the miracle of adoption. &amp;nbsp;Adoption is NOT a random thing. &amp;nbsp;Heavenly Father is guiding the situation. &amp;nbsp;I have witnessed several coincidences that I do not feel were coincidences at all. &amp;nbsp;God works through people and events to accomplish His purposes. &amp;nbsp; I am convinced that our Father in Heaven will guide all those involved in this process. &amp;nbsp;God works in mysterious ways. &amp;nbsp;I cannot wait to see how our adoption story unfolds. &amp;nbsp;Then, I will KNOW that those coincidences were indeed miracles that &amp;nbsp;led us to each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020469809118984519-1336613663606019139?l=tylerandjeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1336613663606019139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2011/09/adoption-is-miracle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/1336613663606019139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/1336613663606019139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2011/09/adoption-is-miracle.html' title='Adoption is a Miracle'/><author><name>Tyler and Jeena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176970719701734270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vek_gPOGlcc/TXamS8eG0nI/AAAAAAAABDU/ipPLCOxeNSs/s220/Jolley%2B163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020469809118984519.post-8265310959386620124</id><published>2011-06-22T21:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T21:12:00.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>16 and Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Okay, so I am embarrassed to admit that since we started the adoption process I have been faithfully recording and watching 16 &amp;amp; Pregnant. &amp;nbsp;Yes, it's on MTV. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I'm not really the target audience for this show. &amp;nbsp;And Yes, it's kind of embarrassing to admit that I watch it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Even Tyler teases me about it so I try to watch and delete it ASAP. &amp;nbsp;I record it on the TV in my room and fold laundry while I watch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It all started with Catelyn and Tyler who decided to place their baby for adoption. &amp;nbsp;It was awesome to see how they were guided on their journey and knew adoption was the right choice. &amp;nbsp;They even felt very drawn to the family that they chose and knew that this was where their daughter was supposed to be. &amp;nbsp;Their parents fought with them about it and questioned their decision harshly. &amp;nbsp;And yet, with maturity and love they wanted to choose a better life for their baby and chose adoption. &amp;nbsp; On the other hand, the majority of the young girls in bad relationships choose to parent in hopes that the boyfriend will suddenly change and be financially and emotionally supportive for their new little family. &amp;nbsp;And then they can live happily ever after. &amp;nbsp;This reality show showcases something entirely different with some "drama" orchestrated by the producers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I know this show has caused a lot of controversy because some feel it is "glamorizing" the unplanned pregnancies, but I disagree. &amp;nbsp;I think this show portrays the harsh realty of the challenges of trying to get an education, work, and go to school while caring for a young child (and most of the time without a lot of support). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It would be so hard to choose what is best for you and for you baby because all the choices are hard. &amp;nbsp;Choosing adoption is a heart wrenching sacrifice for the birth parents, but at the same time it is the most precious gift they could ever bestow upon any family--a precious child. &amp;nbsp;Choosing to single parent at a young age is a huge sacrifice as well. &amp;nbsp;I hope and pray that anyone in this situation will be guided in their decision. &amp;nbsp;I have friends who were teen moms and friends who were birth moms and friends who chose abortion. &amp;nbsp;It is a choice that will effect the lives of all involved forever. &amp;nbsp;If you want to see how some of the 16 and pregnant choices play out then you can watch Teen Mom. &amp;nbsp;But I'll save that for another post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020469809118984519-8265310959386620124?l=tylerandjeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/feeds/8265310959386620124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2011/06/16-and-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/8265310959386620124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/8265310959386620124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2011/06/16-and-pregnant.html' title='16 and Pregnant'/><author><name>Tyler and Jeena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176970719701734270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vek_gPOGlcc/TXamS8eG0nI/AAAAAAAABDU/ipPLCOxeNSs/s220/Jolley%2B163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020469809118984519.post-6817085015372825121</id><published>2011-06-11T08:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T08:25:15.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts about Birth Parents</title><content type='html'>Birth parents are the most generous and selfless people. &amp;nbsp;They are willing to sacrifice their own desires and wants in order to find the best option for their child. &amp;nbsp;They are willing to make a choice that may not be supported whole heartedly by friends and family. &amp;nbsp;They conquer their own fears and doubts about their decision and still move forward. &amp;nbsp;They are willing to make such a powerful decision that will change lives for everyone involved forever. &amp;nbsp; Two of my best friends are birth moms and they have no regrets about choosing adoption. &amp;nbsp;They are both beautiful girls who placed babies in college. &amp;nbsp;They later graduated from college, married successful and awesome guys, and have families of their own. &amp;nbsp;Yes, it was hard for them but they both knew it was the right decision. &amp;nbsp;One of them commented that "from the beginning she felt she was only a vessel to bring her baby to another family--the family where she belonged." &amp;nbsp;Awesome! &amp;nbsp;Adoption is a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL ABOUT LOVE! &amp;nbsp;Birth parents love their child enough to realize that they want to give her stability, security, and love. &amp;nbsp;I guess that is why only 3% of unplanned pregnancies result in an adoption because those qualities are hard to come by. &amp;nbsp;My caseworker mentioned that one of the reason's she LOVES adoption is because there are very few things in the world where the trials of two different people can be resolved when they are put together. &amp;nbsp; The solution to both parties is each other. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;One unplanned pregnancy+ One family desperately wanting a child= ADOPTION!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait to be a part of such a beautiful and rare opportunity. &amp;nbsp;Thank you to birth parents everywhere! &amp;nbsp;Forever families are being created through you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020469809118984519-6817085015372825121?l=tylerandjeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/feeds/6817085015372825121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2011/06/thoughts-about-birth-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/6817085015372825121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/6817085015372825121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2011/06/thoughts-about-birth-parents.html' title='Thoughts about Birth Parents'/><author><name>Tyler and Jeena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176970719701734270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vek_gPOGlcc/TXamS8eG0nI/AAAAAAAABDU/ipPLCOxeNSs/s220/Jolley%2B163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020469809118984519.post-3352710688249191813</id><published>2011-05-22T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T19:30:15.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>Well, there is nothing to update or report on the adoption front :( &amp;nbsp;There seems to be an occasional lead or someone knows someone who his considering adoption..... &amp;nbsp;Carson said the other day, "Mom, we REALLY need a little sister!" &amp;nbsp;The sweetest, most tender side of my boys surfaces whenever I am watching one of my friend's little girls. &amp;nbsp;They are so excited about finding a sister. &amp;nbsp;I hope they don't lose faith and that their prayers continue. &amp;nbsp;Meanwhile, there is always something exciting happening in our lives so I update our family blog. &amp;nbsp;Someday there might be great news to post here. &amp;nbsp;Until then we wait, hope, and pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020469809118984519-3352710688249191813?l=tylerandjeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3352710688249191813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2011/05/nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/3352710688249191813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/3352710688249191813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2011/05/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Tyler and Jeena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176970719701734270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vek_gPOGlcc/TXamS8eG0nI/AAAAAAAABDU/ipPLCOxeNSs/s220/Jolley%2B163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020469809118984519.post-5674142971330960973</id><published>2011-03-22T22:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:52:34.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETIMES......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I just read a beautiful poem in the April Ensign about adoption. &amp;nbsp;Earlier this morning, I was talking to one of my girlfriends about the adoption process and about how long I was willing to wait. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like this journey was simply a learning experience for our family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I think our reward may never be another child, but the lessons learned along the journey. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, I feel strong impressions that we are missing someone. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes, I have faith and hope. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes, I have none. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder why?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder when?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder what if? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sometime, I will understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And then I read this tonight and thought, "Don't give up yet, it may take longer than you think for her to find us. &amp;nbsp;She may still be traveling '&lt;i&gt;over hills and through valleys&lt;/i&gt;' to find us." &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;JUST THE SAME&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;by Diana Lynn Lacey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; 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margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Straight from the sky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;To nourish the young flower&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and it grows.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes--&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;God sends rain from the sky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;To the mountaintops,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then over hills and through valleys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Until it reaches the flower&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and it grows just the same.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes--&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;God sends a child&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Straight from His realm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Into a mother's arms&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and love grows.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes---&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;God sends a child&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;From heaven to another's arms&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then over hills and through valleys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Until he reaches the arms of his mother&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and love grows, just the same.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/3020469809118984519-5674142971330960973?l=tylerandjeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/feeds/5674142971330960973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-same.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/5674142971330960973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/5674142971330960973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-same.html' title='SOMETIMES......'/><author><name>Tyler and Jeena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176970719701734270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vek_gPOGlcc/TXamS8eG0nI/AAAAAAAABDU/ipPLCOxeNSs/s220/Jolley%2B163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020469809118984519.post-6995350350355478783</id><published>2011-01-18T09:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T09:20:59.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost got picked...</title><content type='html'>Well two weeks ago, we ALMOST got selected by a Birth Mom. &amp;nbsp;We were in the top 3 favorite families spot, but didn't make the final cut. &amp;nbsp;We didn't actually meet or even talk to the BM so we weren't too emotionally invested or hopeful about the opportunity. &amp;nbsp; However, I must admit that when our caseworker contacted us my mind started to wonder and dream and get anxious about whether or not this could be the ONE we were led down this path to find. &amp;nbsp;The adoption process is such a crazy journey to participate in. &amp;nbsp;Some days I wonder why we started it, but I KNOW it was the path we were supposed to take.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020469809118984519-6995350350355478783?l=tylerandjeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/feeds/6995350350355478783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2011/01/almost-got-picked.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/6995350350355478783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/6995350350355478783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2011/01/almost-got-picked.html' title='Almost got picked...'/><author><name>Tyler and Jeena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176970719701734270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vek_gPOGlcc/TXamS8eG0nI/AAAAAAAABDU/ipPLCOxeNSs/s220/Jolley%2B163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020469809118984519.post-5782270240861156328</id><published>2010-11-05T12:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T12:12:54.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wicked Queen (me) who is trying to be less "wicked" and more righteous, patient, and believing</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/TNRIgPty3wI/AAAAAAAAA9c/jc-KcD9ZPZo/s1600/PA291725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/TNRIgPty3wI/AAAAAAAAA9c/jc-KcD9ZPZo/s640/PA291725.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me as the Wicked Queen for Halloween this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;I went to a RS meeting last night on improving our scripture study and I determined I kind of suck at it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I read the Ensign.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I read the sciptures almost daily, but I don’t really LOVE them or HUNGER and THIRST after them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s more like a guilt driven relationship.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know I’m supposed to read them, so I do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, the instructors were inspiring and I decided to make a change.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I make time to exercise at least 5 to 6 days a week for at least an hour.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I make time to make my bed and get ready and pick up my house.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I make time to check my E-mail and browse my facebook account.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I make time for my friends, family, Jolley Smiles, and social events.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I make time for my church calling.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But I don’t valiantly strive to MAKE TIME for great scripture study.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;I started with a repentant, humble heart and knelt in prayer so I could understand the scriptures better and to have a desire to do better.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Also, I was teary eyed (okay I was totally crying) with my plea to understand why I had all those powerful promptings and felt such urgency to get approved for adoption. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;(read the earlier post about why I think it was an urgent call to action)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I made myself so vulnerable and the doubts and fears have been settling in a lot lately.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If it doesn’t happen, does that mean I imagined everything?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If it doesn’t happen soonish, then my boys will be heart broken.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Will they lose faith?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They pray to find and prepare themselves for their baby sister at least 4-5 times a day-- Morning prayer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Evening Prayer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Every Meal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They love to play with my friend’s baby girls.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A sweet, soft, protective side comes out in all of them as they try to make them giggle.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It melts my heart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Where is she?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When will she join our family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;I am a planner. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I like to have control over my life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I want to prepare.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But I have NO CONTROL over this process.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I also fear that as my entire family is big enough to hit the slopes this year that I won’t want to start all over again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What if I lose my desire to search for her?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;See, even with that statement it shows I am losing faith.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So I had one of those open the scriptures randomly kind of moments after my prayer ended.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Remember I am sobbing at this point, but I am trying to dab away my tears to salvage my recently applied mascara and powder.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;I opened to this:&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Revelations 20:4&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall their be any more pain……”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A few verses later this hit me “But the fearful, and unbelieving (oh yeah, that’s me right now as far as the doubts about the adoption ever happening) shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Okay, so I am a believer again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am scared of fire—even lighting candles on a cake.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"&gt;I then played the open the scripture game again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I flipped through several pages until I happened upon D&amp;amp;C 6:14-19.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It starts, “Blessed art though for what thou has done; for thou hast inquired of me, and behold, as often as thou hast inquired thou hast received instruction of my Spirit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If it had not been so, thou wouldst not have come to the place where thou are at this time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(All the verses are great—too much to type so break out those scriptures).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They all touched me because I had been “enlightened by the Spirit of truth” early in the process but my carnal side is whispering that I am crazy and I imagined it all. Vs. 19&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“Be patient; be sober; be temperate; have patience, faith hope and charity.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Was that just me or did PATIENCE really stick out in that verse.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, I didn’t get an answer about the day we would find our birth mom or our daughter, but I have more faith and feel renewed hope that I have done my part.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It has been hard because I felt SO guided and SO compelled during the few weeks that we made the adoption decision and then I didn’t feel guided or prompted to do anything else.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Should I make more attempts on getting our adoption message out there? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Should I do a profile on another website?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t feel guided to do anything more than I have done so far at this time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So I HOPE that are birth mom will be led to find us and I will try to be PATIENT until she does. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;And perhaps my scripture study habits will be better by that time &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020469809118984519-5782270240861156328?l=tylerandjeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/feeds/5782270240861156328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2010/11/wicked-queen-me-who-is-trying-to-be.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/5782270240861156328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/5782270240861156328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2010/11/wicked-queen-me-who-is-trying-to-be.html' title='The Wicked Queen (me) who is trying to be less &quot;wicked&quot; and more righteous, patient, and believing'/><author><name>Tyler and Jeena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176970719701734270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vek_gPOGlcc/TXamS8eG0nI/AAAAAAAABDU/ipPLCOxeNSs/s220/Jolley%2B163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/TNRIgPty3wI/AAAAAAAAA9c/jc-KcD9ZPZo/s72-c/PA291725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020469809118984519.post-4463110449900391089</id><published>2010-09-19T18:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T18:12:41.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Open Adoption</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/TJam6Vsh6KI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/AkbUVmgtC5o/s1600/P9031704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/TJam6Vsh6KI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/AkbUVmgtC5o/s400/P9031704.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A caseworker (my friend's sister-in-law) recommended I read &lt;i&gt;The Spirit of Open Adoption&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;by James L. Gritter. &amp;nbsp;I am only partially through the book, but it has been very helpful as we are prepare ourselves for whatever type of adoption comes our way. &amp;nbsp;I must admit, early on in the adoption process I was uniformed and a little nervous about open adoption. &amp;nbsp;However, the books and blogs I have read about this option have been enlightening. &amp;nbsp;I have also had conversations with birth moms and adoptive couples who have experienced both closed and open adoptions and have shared their experiences with us. &amp;nbsp;It is important for the adopted child to know how much love and sacrifice the birth parents had for him or her. &amp;nbsp;It is also healing for the birth parents to know that their child is loved, safe, and happy. &amp;nbsp; For these reasons and many more we are very open to sharing our lives with the birth parents if they would like an open relationship. &amp;nbsp;I will share more thoughts on the topic when I finish reading the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have a few random thoughts about how hard the adoption process is for someone like me who likes to plan and prepare for the future. &amp;nbsp;Each day we pray and wonder about the birth mom and child. &amp;nbsp;Who are they? &amp;nbsp;Where are they from? &amp;nbsp;Has she made a decision to place her child for adoption? &amp;nbsp;Is she scared? &amp;nbsp;Does she feel peace? &amp;nbsp;Are we the family she is looking for? Then there are the silly thoughts like: &amp;nbsp;Should I buy a season ski pass this winter or will I be snuggling with a new baby in the lodge instead? &amp;nbsp;Should I start my personal training this month so I can be strong and tone in case I have to take some time off because I will be too tired to get up early and work out with my friends when we get a new baby? &amp;nbsp;Will I have four months to prepare and paint a nursery and reupholster the glider or will I have only a week or two to prepare? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I still feel a sense of calm knowing that God's hand is in this process and things will fall into place when and how they are supposed to. &amp;nbsp;Each day I prepare myself and our family a little more for what we all hope the future will bring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020469809118984519-4463110449900391089?l=tylerandjeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/feeds/4463110449900391089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2010/09/thoughts-on-open-adoption.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/4463110449900391089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/4463110449900391089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2010/09/thoughts-on-open-adoption.html' title='Thoughts on Open Adoption'/><author><name>Tyler and Jeena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176970719701734270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vek_gPOGlcc/TXamS8eG0nI/AAAAAAAABDU/ipPLCOxeNSs/s220/Jolley%2B163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/TJam6Vsh6KI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/AkbUVmgtC5o/s72-c/P9031704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020469809118984519.post-3372676026026393709</id><published>2010-08-10T10:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:33:32.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption Urgency</title><content type='html'>We are so grateful for the intense promptings we received last February.  The experiences we had urging us to get certified to adopt through LDS services (ASAP) were unsolicited, but undeniable.  I have written down all the experiences, but don't want to blog about them--yet.  We always thought we would adopt someday, but that someday was not something we were considering this year or actually any time soon.  I checked into LDSFS and Foster Care as well as a few other agencies and felt strongly drawn to LDSFS.  That is why the experiences were even sweeter because I for one rarely receive such strong inspiration when I am not actively pondering and praying about things.  Once our application was completed and everything except our interviews were done, we felt completely peaceful about the process.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, six months later the urgency to begin our process is starting to make sense.  As of August 1st, LDSFS changed the guidelines again for adoption.  Since we have three sons already, we would not have qualified to adopt through LDSFS with the new rule. (the new rule does not allow applicants with more than two children to apply)  However, since we are already approved and in the system we are "grandfathered" in and can still adopt through LDSFS.  Yeah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We feel grateful that the Lord guided us down this path and that we listened.  To be perfectly honest here, it was one of those times where we HAD to listen because the promptings were not so still and small this time.  It was impossible to ignore.  We are impressed by how much the Lord loves this birth mother and her child by preparing us to welcome them both into our family.  We can't wait to meet them.  Wow, the worth of every soul is great.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020469809118984519-3372676026026393709?l=tylerandjeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3372676026026393709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2010/08/adoption-urgency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/3372676026026393709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/3372676026026393709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2010/08/adoption-urgency.html' title='Adoption Urgency'/><author><name>Tyler and Jeena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176970719701734270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vek_gPOGlcc/TXamS8eG0nI/AAAAAAAABDU/ipPLCOxeNSs/s220/Jolley%2B163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020469809118984519.post-8235582208644091203</id><published>2010-07-20T20:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T20:24:26.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>Carson is always drawing pictures of his family and future "little sister."  He draws them on paper, on paper plates, on the window sill, on the bathroom door, and on the kitchen cabinets.   It melts my heart--at least the non-destructive and non sharpie marker versions.  In one of the drawings Kaden is missing because he is "playing with a friend" and the other is full of "LOTS of baby sisters."  The boys are so excited to find a baby sister.  She is prayed for every morning and every night and at every meal.  They also come home with random girl presents that they can give to their baby sister.  Kaden dramatically exclaims at least once a day, "I just can't take it anymore.  When are we going to get a baby sister.  I don't think I can wait much longer."  Man, I love those boys.  They have so much faith and hope and anticipation for the new addition that will join our family someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/TEZYV_qHC7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/EIRlDbx_LUc/s1600/P7131410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/TEZYV_qHC7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/EIRlDbx_LUc/s400/P7131410.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496177530140822450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/TEZYVeoJoHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/gcQy_Vj_0VQ/s1600/P5091240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/TEZYVeoJoHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/gcQy_Vj_0VQ/s400/P5091240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496177521274232946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020469809118984519-8235582208644091203?l=tylerandjeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/feeds/8235582208644091203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2010/07/future-family-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/8235582208644091203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/8235582208644091203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2010/07/future-family-pictures.html' title='Future Family Pictures'/><author><name>Tyler and Jeena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176970719701734270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vek_gPOGlcc/TXamS8eG0nI/AAAAAAAABDU/ipPLCOxeNSs/s220/Jolley%2B163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/TEZYV_qHC7I/AAAAAAAAAoc/EIRlDbx_LUc/s72-c/P7131410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020469809118984519.post-1942261760932411166</id><published>2010-06-19T15:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T15:26:57.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We are approved!</title><content type='html'>After 4 1/2 months since starting the adoption approval process, we are finally approved.  Our home study is complete and we are official.  It has been an amazing journey thus far, and we are nervous and excited to see what the future holds.  The boys beg daily, "We can't wait any longer.  When are we going to get a little sister?"  It is strange going through a process where we have very little control over the time frame or outcome of finding a daughter.   We can't wait to meet her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020469809118984519-1942261760932411166?l=tylerandjeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/feeds/1942261760932411166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-are-approved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/1942261760932411166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/1942261760932411166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-are-approved.html' title='We are approved!'/><author><name>Tyler and Jeena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176970719701734270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vek_gPOGlcc/TXamS8eG0nI/AAAAAAAABDU/ipPLCOxeNSs/s220/Jolley%2B163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020469809118984519.post-2830414671525580088</id><published>2010-05-09T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:00:38.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Thoughts on Adopting</title><content type='html'>Dear expectant parents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The prayers of our family are hopefully reaching you during this difficult time in your lives.  We can’t imagine what you are going through.  No one would have guessed that you would be reading these thoughts or that we would be writing them.  Life never seems predictable or easy.  Words of advice being offered from strangers must seem so empty.  How can we possibly understand what you are going through or the difficult choice you have to make?  To be honest, we can’t.  The only thing we can share is why adoption is the right choice for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Why adoption?  We felt extremely blessed and content with our three healthy and active boys.  Nevertheless, that all changed when we started receiving the most amazing and undeniable promptings that we needed to adopt.  We all know now that our family is not complete and we are anxious and excited about adopting.  One thing we have realized so far is that we are not in control of this situation.  It has taken great faith to follow His promptings even when they didn’t seem logical at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      We don't know why it was such an urgent call to action.  Perhaps it is because the process can take such a long time.  Maybe it's because you have been waiting for the "perfect" family to show up right now. Alright, to be perfectly honest, we’re not "perfect.”  Our boys recognize each and every Star Wars character, but can’t quite name all the apostles.  When we’re tired, we watch our favorite recorded TV shows instead of a second round of conference.  Despite our weaknesses, we do strive each day to do what is right and make choices that will keep our family together forever. We try to prioritize our efforts so that we can invest our time and energy on the things that matter most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Originally, we thought the adoption process was about marketing our family flawlessly.  What do we say?  What pictures should we use?  We do want to make a good first impression, but the process is really about trusting the Lord and knowing that he loves you, your child, and our family.  Only He knows what is best for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We hope that you will be guided and blessed in whatever decision you make.  It may be overwhelming at times, but you will know when it is right. “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” ~ Albert Einstein. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We believe in the miracle of adoption.  We know that the seemingly random events surrounding adoption are really not random at all, but simply the way our Heavenly Father works in the lives of so many people for the benefit of one child. The Lord is leading us (blindly we might add) down the road of adoption because we are missing a member of our family that is coming to us untraditionally.  We have a loving family and are excited to share our love with another child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;          Tyler, Jeena, Kaden, Tanner, and Carson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3020469809118984519-2830414671525580088?l=tylerandjeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/feeds/2830414671525580088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-thoughts-on-adopting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/2830414671525580088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/2830414671525580088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-thoughts-on-adopting.html' title='Our Thoughts on Adopting'/><author><name>Tyler and Jeena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176970719701734270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vek_gPOGlcc/TXamS8eG0nI/AAAAAAAABDU/ipPLCOxeNSs/s220/Jolley%2B163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020469809118984519.post-9046112887208773254</id><published>2010-04-19T09:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:41:03.266-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>Our Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x5_mzBJZI/AAAAAAAAAiU/R06fcRzD2tc/s1600/P4071633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461874581746820498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x5_mzBJZI/AAAAAAAAAiU/R06fcRzD2tc/s320/P4071633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This is currently the guest room/office, but soon to be converted to a nursery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x5_HT2vtI/AAAAAAAAAiM/w4Pf9JSCc4Q/s1600/P4071646.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x5_HT2vtI/AAAAAAAAAiM/w4Pf9JSCc4Q/s1600/P4071646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461874573294616274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x5_HT2vtI/AAAAAAAAAiM/w4Pf9JSCc4Q/s320/P4071646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Family Room where we hang out, watch TV, and play. (And I hate to admit this, but my family begs to eat in here despite the fact that we have two tables only a few feet away--aargh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x5-dNspyI/AAAAAAAAAiE/JSwAa80OF7I/s1600/P4071641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461874561994499874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x5-dNspyI/AAAAAAAAAiE/JSwAa80OF7I/s320/P4071641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The Dining Room where we eat most of our meals &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;(This of course has nothing to do with the fact that there is prime viewing of the TV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x59WPbFoI/AAAAAAAAAh8/NYTHUhoSuio/s1600/P4071645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461874542942819970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x59WPbFoI/AAAAAAAAAh8/NYTHUhoSuio/s320/P4071645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The Kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x5FKlTtVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TiRiSjfUVnI/s1600/P4071644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461873577740711250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x5FKlTtVI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TiRiSjfUVnI/s320/P4071644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The Eat in Kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x5EmtVdnI/AAAAAAAAAhs/QEWrpn9BANc/s1600/P4071635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461873568110704242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x5EmtVdnI/AAAAAAAAAhs/QEWrpn9BANc/s320/P4071635.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Our Bedroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x5Dg234JI/AAAAAAAAAhc/dv3GhZBhY44/s1600/P4071648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461873549360226450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x5Dg234JI/AAAAAAAAAhc/dv3GhZBhY44/s320/P4071648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Kaden's Room (and sometimes Carson's when he gets scared in the middle of the night)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x5C32QjBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/iwZuQekPTTE/s1600/P4071652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461873538351795218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x5C32QjBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/iwZuQekPTTE/s320/P4071652.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Tanner and Carson's Room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/TFOa88uKPEI/AAAAAAAAAxE/77XbqIqMge0/s400/P4211172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499909941832072258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Playroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x8u2UdtJI/AAAAAAAAAic/AcmBLH3XUGw/s1600/P4161177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461877592390743186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x8u2UdtJI/AAAAAAAAAic/AcmBLH3XUGw/s320/P4161177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This is our 2 1/2 acre lot we hope to build our house on in the next few years. It is very peaceful with lots of room to play and great views of the Colorado National Monument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8zj-igPvUI/AAAAAAAAAjU/aVeWWDSYvso/s1600/P4161181.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8zj-igPvUI/AAAAAAAAAjU/aVeWWDSYvso/s320/P4161181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461991111647018306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3020469809118984519-9046112887208773254?l=tylerandjeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/feeds/9046112887208773254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/9046112887208773254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/9046112887208773254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-home.html' title='Our Home'/><author><name>Tyler and Jeena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176970719701734270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vek_gPOGlcc/TXamS8eG0nI/AAAAAAAABDU/ipPLCOxeNSs/s220/Jolley%2B163.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScDMR3pfSs8/S8x5_mzBJZI/AAAAAAAAAiU/R06fcRzD2tc/s72-c/P4071633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020469809118984519.post-3680047720570790925</id><published>2010-04-18T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T17:06:36.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Testimony's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;I have a testimony. I know the church is true. I love my family. I love to go to church. I want to go on a mission some day. I love to read the scriptures and learn about Jesus. I know Thomas S. [Train] is the prophet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[Monson] We corrected him on that, but decided to keep it in the original format. We figured Thomas S. Monson would be flattered that he ranked right up there with Carson’s favorite toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Carson Richard Jolley (age 4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the church is true. I know that Jesus Christ is our Savior. I believe Thomas S. Monson is our prophet. I am grateful for my mom and dad. I love them because they are always helpful to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Tanner Benjamin Jolley (age 7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I believe in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I believe the prophet is Thomas S. Monson. I believe that Jesus is real and I believe he walked on the earth thousands of years ago. I am glad that I got baptized and I am happy to be a member of the true church. I know that I am going to go on a mission when&lt;br /&gt;I am old enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Kaden Tyler Jolley (age 9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I know that Jesus Christ is my Savior and that his sacrifice is a real way that we can repent and become more like Him. I know that the gospel is true and that the church is lead by a true prophet, Thomas S. Monson. I know that the Book of Mormon is true and that we can feel the love that God has for us by reading it and living by its teachings. I know that Joseph Smith was called and ordained to restore the true church in this dispensation. I love my wife and all that she does for our family. I am grateful for my three boys and the joy and happiness that they bring into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Tyler Hall Jolley (age 35)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am grateful for my testimony of the gospel. I know my Heavenly Father loves me and that he always hears and answers my prayers. Sometimes the answer is immediate, sometimes it takes a while, and sometimes it is answered in an unexpected way, but he always answers them. I know the true gospel was restored to the earth again through Joseph Smith in the latter days. I know that he translated the Book of Mormon and that it is another testament of Jesus Christ. I know that if I read and abide by the principles of the Book of Mormon that I am a better person. I am grateful for the atonement of Jesus Christ and know that he is my Savior. I can personally testify of the miracle of obeying the law of tithing throughout my life. The temple brings me great peace and solitude even though I cannot begin to grasp or understand its significance. I am grateful for the plan of salvation and that I can have an eternal family unit. I love my family and the joy that they bring into my life in the most simple and unexpected ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Jeena M. Jolley (age 34)&lt;/span&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/3020469809118984519-3680047720570790925?l=tylerandjeena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/feeds/3680047720570790925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-testimonys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/3680047720570790925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3020469809118984519/posts/default/3680047720570790925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tylerandjeena.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-testimonys.html' title='Our Testimony&apos;s'/><author><name>Tyler and Jeena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18176970719701734270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vek_gPOGlcc/TXamS8eG0nI/AAAAAAAABDU/ipPLCOxeNSs/s220/Jolley%2B163.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
