<?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-5381146952037274391</id><updated>2011-09-02T04:00:02.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds Displayed on Black Velvet</title><subtitle type='html'>As a diamond displayed on black velvet appears more brilliant, so the Restoration
stands in striking contrast to the dark background of the Great Apostasy.(Preach My Gospel)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J.D. Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11162523969537425981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381146952037274391.post-6922765459242884088</id><published>2010-11-23T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T10:24:03.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K0iYKXFYSOU/TOwGrHPovZI/AAAAAAAAAvs/2zHggXkF5Mg/s1600/Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542812579135012242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K0iYKXFYSOU/TOwGrHPovZI/AAAAAAAAAvs/2zHggXkF5Mg/s320/Christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will just be a small post but no less of a Diamond. Camie and I just put up our Christmas Tree and as I was sitting there watching the lights I thought to myself "Why do we have Christmas Trees?" Boy was I surprised to find what Christmas Trees really represent. I had been told once that the evergreen was a symbol of humble worship because all the branches pointed upward. But the story I read on Christianitytoday.com was much better. It states that the Evergreen tree was a symbol of life in the midst of winter and that people cut branches off to honor the emporer. Early Christians didn't like this practice and condemned anyone who decorated their homes with evergreen trees. But then a legend started circulating that when Christ was born, every tree in the world miraculasly shook off any ice and snow and shot out new green shoots. But my personal favorite is the tradition that when Christ came to the world he had lordship over all of nature that had been previously used for pagan worship. Not only individual human beings, but cultures, symbols, and traditons could be converted. So this year when I look at the Christmas tree I will think of 1. that Christ is the true evergreen and offers life and hope. 2. That no matter what has happened in the past the evergreen and myself can be converted to worship the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Whatever the true story is behind the Christmas Tree, for me it is a symbol of Christ and any reminder we have of Christ is a Diamond to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381146952037274391-6922765459242884088?l=diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/feeds/6922765459242884088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381146952037274391&amp;postID=6922765459242884088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/6922765459242884088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/6922765459242884088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/2010/11/diamond-14.html' title='Diamond 14'/><author><name>J.D. Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11162523969537425981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K0iYKXFYSOU/TOwGrHPovZI/AAAAAAAAAvs/2zHggXkF5Mg/s72-c/Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381146952037274391.post-811271092277253010</id><published>2010-10-19T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T08:58:04.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/TL2_1LFcLFI/AAAAAAAAAcU/xoKxxjfT5fo/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529786837710416978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/TL2_1LFcLFI/AAAAAAAAAcU/xoKxxjfT5fo/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last August my family and I moved into a new home. With a new home comes a new ward, new callings, new friends, etc... With all these new things i have found a new diamond. Last week &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Camie&lt;/span&gt; and I gave talks in Sacrament meeting. I felt we did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but word got back to us that a woman in the ward had not liked our talks so much, in fact she criticized &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Camies&lt;/span&gt; talk and called me self righteous. Well as you can imagine our feelings were hurt and I thought of one hundred things we could do to respond to such criticism. I thought I would go up to this woman and say hi and apologize for not introducing myself earlier and that I didn't want to come off as self righteous. I also thought of printing off some conference talks on gossip, charity, and judging and leaving them on her door step. I also thought maybe some water balloons would do the trick, or a nice pie to the face. But then the diamond came shinning through. I was taken back to my reading of the &lt;u&gt;Miracle of Forgiveness&lt;/u&gt; by Spencer W Kimball. There is a story that hit me like a ton of pie filled water balloons: " I was struggling with a community problem in a small ward in the East where two prominent men, leaders of the people, were deadlocked in a long and unrelenting feud. Some misunderstanding between them had driven them far apart with enmity. As the days, weeks and months passed, the breach became wider. The families of each conflicting party began to take up the issue and finally nearly all the people of the ward were involved. Rumors spread and differences were aired and gossip became tongues of fire until the little community was divided by a deep gulf. I was sent to clear up the matter. After a long stake conference, lasting most of two days, I arrived at the frustrated community about 6 p.m., Sunday night, and immediately went into session with the principal combatants. How we struggled! How I pleaded and warned and begged and urged! Nothing seemed to be moving them. Each antagonist was so sure that he was right and justified that it was impossible to budge him. The hours were passing it was now long after midnight, and despair seemed to enshroud the place. The atmosphere was still one of ill temper and ugliness. Stubborn resistance would not give way. Then it happened. I aimlessly opened my Doctrine and Covenants again and there before me it was. I had read it many times in the past years and it had had no special meaning then. But tonight it was the very answer. It was an appeal and an imploring and a threat and seemed to be coming direct from the Lord. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I read&lt;/span&gt; from the seventh verse on, but the quarreling participants yielded not an inch until I came to the ninth verse. Then I saw them flinch, startled, wondering. Could that be right? The Lord was saying to us-to all of us- "wherefore, I say unto you, that ye ought to forgive one another." This was an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obligation&lt;/span&gt;. They had heard it before. They had said it in repeating the Lord's Prayer. But how: "... for he that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;forgiveth&lt;/span&gt; not his brother his trespasses &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;standeth&lt;/span&gt; condemned before the Lord..." In their hearts, then may have been saying: "Well , I might forgive if he repents and asks forgiveness, but he must make the first move.: Then the full impact of the last line seemed to strike them: "For there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;remaineth&lt;/span&gt; in him the greater sin." What? Does that mean I must forgive even if my antagonist remains cold and indifferent and mean? There is no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mistaking&lt;/span&gt; it. A common error is the idea that the offender must apologize and humble himself to the dust before forgiveness is required. Certainly, the one ho does the injury should totally make his adjustment, but as for the offended one, hue must forgive the offender regardless of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; attitude of the other. Sometimes men get satisfactions from seeing the other party on his knees and grovelling in the dust, but that is not the gospel way. Shocked, the two men sat up, listened, pondered a minute, then began to yield. This scripture added to all the others read brought them to their knees. Two a.m. and two bitter adversaries were shaking hands, smiling and forgiving and asking forgiveness. Two men were in a meaningful embrace. This hour was holy. Old grievances were forgiven and forgotten, and enemies became friends again. No reference was ever made again to the differences." After reading that I thought of all the times I had said something stupid and had to ask for forgiveness like when I was sarcastic about a comment my mission president had said just to realize he was right behind me, or the time I gossiped about a man I didn't even know, and had to go ashamed and humbled to ask for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;. Both times in my life both men were more then gracious with their forgiveness. So I would be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt; if I didn't forgive openly. The second I decided that I felt the loving feeling of the spirit bring me the Diamond of Forgiveness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381146952037274391-811271092277253010?l=diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/feeds/811271092277253010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381146952037274391&amp;postID=811271092277253010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/811271092277253010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/811271092277253010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/2010/10/diamond-13.html' title='Diamond 13'/><author><name>J.D. Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11162523969537425981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/TL2_1LFcLFI/AAAAAAAAAcU/xoKxxjfT5fo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381146952037274391.post-2906819726285026431</id><published>2010-10-05T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T19:36:02.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/TKvgW1tRtMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/zlHk9mpocCE/s1600/Monson"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/TKvgW1tRtMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/zlHk9mpocCE/s320/Monson" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524756050878772418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well more than a year has passed since my last post, but due to popular demand from my brothers and sisters on the Asian continent (see comments from last post) here is another diamond.  This diamond comes from listening to conference this past weekend.  Several talks were about choices agency and the blessings of obedience.  Well as I pondered that theme from conference I found this scripture that really hit me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; Mosiah 5:8 And under this head ye are made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a title="Rom. 6: 18 (14-22); 1 Cor. 7: 22; Gal. 5: 1; D&amp;amp;C 88: 86." mark="a" type="A" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/5/8a"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;, and there is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a title="Acts 4: 12; Mosiah 4: 8; Alma 21: 9." mark="b" type="A" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/5/8b"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; other head whereby ye can be made free. There is no other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a title="Gal. 3: 27; Mosiah 1: 11; Mosiah 26: 18." mark="c" type="A" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/5/8c"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; given whereby salvation cometh; therefore, I would that ye should take upon you the name of Christ, all you that have entered into the covenant with God that ye should be obedient unto the end of your lives.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I feel the same spirit as I read this scripture as I did while I listened to several of the speakers this past weekend speak on obedience.  I really feel there is an urgency to the message that was given by the prophet during priesthood, and I feel that same urgency now.  It is time to really buckle down and deepen our relationship with Jesus Christ.  There is no better way to do that then through obedience.  That is a diamond that has been passed down from Adam to present day, let us not waste it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381146952037274391-2906819726285026431?l=diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/feeds/2906819726285026431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381146952037274391&amp;postID=2906819726285026431&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/2906819726285026431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/2906819726285026431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/2010/10/diamond-12.html' title='Diamond 12'/><author><name>J.D. Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11162523969537425981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/TKvgW1tRtMI/AAAAAAAAAcM/zlHk9mpocCE/s72-c/Monson' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381146952037274391.post-8499129056544835959</id><published>2009-06-30T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T06:16:32.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond #11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/SkoQILuRP5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/4ATlhjjeAGo/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353108839855112082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/SkoQILuRP5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/4ATlhjjeAGo/s320/g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/SkoPvLyzhVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1V6YQ64xtiA/s1600-h/Gettysburg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend Camie, Lachlynn, and I went down to Gettysburg, PA. It was a very somber place, almost a sacred feeling permeated the battlefields. I was overcome with reverence for the men who would lay down their lives fighting for their country. Now I know that I have already published a post about America, and freedom, however, I felt that it is appropriate to take a moment and honor the men and women who give their lives fighting for this great country. As I we were driving listening to our auto tour, I couldn't help but think of the individual soldiers. The tour talked about how at night, during the three days of battle, the air was filled with the screams of pain, and cries for home. Many of the soldiers were only 18 or 19. I tend to think that maybe the politics behind the war wasn't the reason these boys were fighting. I doubt many of them knew all of the politics behind the war, but what they did know was the founding principles of this great nation. The basic belief and attitude of "what can I do for my country", (NOT what my country can do for me). I honor those men. Those that fought in the bloodiest battle on American soil, and anyone, man or woman, who is willing to fight for their country. My Grampy was one of those men, he fought in WWII. I think if he were here right now he would say that it was a privileged to serve his country. I hope and pray for that attitude to stay with us today and that we ask ourselves What can I do for my Country. If the majority of Americans keep that spirit alive then we will be able to uphold this quote from the Gettysburg Address: " that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth. " &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/5381146952037274391-8499129056544835959?l=diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/feeds/8499129056544835959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381146952037274391&amp;postID=8499129056544835959&amp;isPopup=true' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/8499129056544835959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/8499129056544835959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/2009/06/diamond-11.html' title='Diamond #11'/><author><name>J.D. Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11162523969537425981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/SkoQILuRP5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/4ATlhjjeAGo/s72-c/g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381146952037274391.post-7044032771361571852</id><published>2009-06-23T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T06:42:19.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond #10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/SkDbtJ9vmBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cRlfcNt43cM/s1600-h/marriage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350517926131636242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/SkDbtJ9vmBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cRlfcNt43cM/s320/marriage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While watching a popular T.V. show last night this diamond hit me harder than any diamond ever has. Camie and I have been following the sad story of John and Kate plus eight. After what has seemed like forever, they finally announced last night that they are separating. It broke my heart to see two people who once were deeply in love now feel like there is no way to work things out. Camie and I have always enjoyed watching the show to see what it is like to raise sextuplets and twins. But last night I decided that I can't watch it anymore. During the entire hour long episode I didn't feel one good or uplifting feeling, in fact I felt quite the opposite. I felt so sad and depressed and I didn't like it. By no means is John and Kate the only couple whose divorce is exploited for ratings or viewers. All I know is I have never seen any article in any magazine that celebrates the marriages that last (at least not very often). Those people who have weathered the storms that life throws and stayed together through it all. So this Diamond is dedicated to Karl and Blanche Welker Logan. Karl and Blanche were married 70 years ago on June 23, 1939 in the Salt Lake Temple. Parents of seven children, they have 28 grandchildren and 45 great-grandchildren. Why is there no reality T.V. show about them? It could be called 70 years and counting, or maybe Karl and Blanche plus 80. Now I found out about Karl and Blanche through the church news published June 20, 2009. Not exactly the 10 million viewers that watched the sad relationship of John and Kate come to an end last night on cable. Now I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea about this post. I hope to not be offensive to anyone, including John and Kate. That is not my purpose. My purpose is to celebrate and bring light to true accomplishment where it is due. 70 years is a long long time, and it has always been and still is one of my life goals to make it into the church news "milestones of togetherness" column. So Camie you better buckle down because like it or not we are in this for the long haul. Well in conclusion I just want to say here's to you Karl and Blanche way to be an example to all married couples everywhere of a marriage that lasts. Karl and Blanche's marriage is truly a diamond amongst black velvet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381146952037274391-7044032771361571852?l=diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/feeds/7044032771361571852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381146952037274391&amp;postID=7044032771361571852&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/7044032771361571852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/7044032771361571852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/2009/06/diamond-10.html' title='Diamond #10'/><author><name>J.D. Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11162523969537425981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/SkDbtJ9vmBI/AAAAAAAAAOA/cRlfcNt43cM/s72-c/marriage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381146952037274391.post-1050894323723071876</id><published>2009-06-12T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T05:42:48.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/SjJNQpVa49I/AAAAAAAAAN4/nY65iXHlgo8/s1600-h/9TKHCAL8VHJHCA6GLCGQCAGDGYKMCAQSQGU0CAZV7BAJCAOPB0PVCA0JZGFBCAI5SQHQCAFJ8YWBCAL1LPIDCAIG4YQGCAWPVEUOCA4MEHR5CAB5GEXDCA9UTX8SCA0MDWL4CA9EID06CA045CP2CALSOZZU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346420656011142098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/SjJNQpVa49I/AAAAAAAAAN4/nY65iXHlgo8/s320/9TKHCAL8VHJHCA6GLCGQCAGDGYKMCAQSQGU0CAZV7BAJCAOPB0PVCA0JZGFBCAI5SQHQCAFJ8YWBCAL1LPIDCAIG4YQGCAWPVEUOCA4MEHR5CAB5GEXDCA9UTX8SCA0MDWL4CA9EID06CA045CP2CALSOZZU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it has been awhile since I posted but things have been kind of busy. This Diamond holds a special place in my heart because of the time I spent there as a missionary. Spain is trully a wonderfull place filled with tradition, culture, and great people. I met some of my closest friends on my mission, and I learned more in those two years about myself, the gospel, and people in genral, than I had in my previous 19 years. I loved being out there and preaching the gospel. Testifing of the importance of Christ and His church. The people of Spain are truly a great people. I miss them. So heres to Spain. I will never forget the 2 years I spent walking your streets, and talking to your people. Spain truly is a Diamond for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381146952037274391-1050894323723071876?l=diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/feeds/1050894323723071876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381146952037274391&amp;postID=1050894323723071876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/1050894323723071876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/1050894323723071876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/2009/06/diamond-9.html' title='Diamond #9'/><author><name>J.D. Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11162523969537425981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/SjJNQpVa49I/AAAAAAAAAN4/nY65iXHlgo8/s72-c/9TKHCAL8VHJHCA6GLCGQCAGDGYKMCAQSQGU0CAZV7BAJCAOPB0PVCA0JZGFBCAI5SQHQCAFJ8YWBCAL1LPIDCAIG4YQGCAWPVEUOCA4MEHR5CAB5GEXDCA9UTX8SCA0MDWL4CA9EID06CA045CP2CALSOZZU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381146952037274391.post-1115918638512245242</id><published>2009-04-27T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:15:36.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond #8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/SfZYtXmeC9I/AAAAAAAAANw/5kgjD7D36h0/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329544745492286418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/SfZYtXmeC9I/AAAAAAAAANw/5kgjD7D36h0/s320/images2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.historymormon.com/sites/rreed/_files/Image/Bible%2520book%2520of%2520Mormon.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.historymormon.com/mormonhistorydoctrine.php&amp;amp;usg=__xGiFq4Nb9YXxXAIpjDFvqfWMVRo=&amp;amp;h=500&amp;amp;w=401&amp;amp;sz=58&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=3&amp;amp;sig2=Nks3_fuxADTsYr_A-ZwN5Q&amp;amp;tbnid=6Yl3Ru51_ZqMIM:&amp;amp;tbnh=130&amp;amp;tbnw=104&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dbook%2Bof%2Bmormon%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DG&amp;amp;ei=Blj2Sbu1G4iSswPj9qXQAQ"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its been awhile and this diamond will be short, but I really wanted to express how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gratefull&lt;/span&gt; I am for the gifts of the spirit. I teach the 17-18 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; school class in my ward, and this past week the lesson was on the gifts of the spirit. There was a few quotes that really struck me as profound and I want to share them:&lt;br /&gt;Elder Marvin J. Ashton of the Quorum of the Twelve said some “less-conspicuous gifts” include “the gift of asking; the gift of listening; the gift of hearing and using a still, small voice; … the gift of avoiding contention; the gift of being agreeable; … the gift of seeking that which is righteous; the gift of not passing judgment; the gift of looking to God for guidance; the gift of being a disciple; the gift of caring for others; the gift of being able to ponder; the gift of offering prayer; the gift of bearing a mighty testimony; and the gift of receiving the Holy Ghost” (in Conference Report, Oct. 1987, 23; or Ensign, Nov. 1987, 20).&lt;br /&gt;President George Q. Cannon taught: “If any of us are imperfect, it is our duty to pray for the gift that will make us perfect. Have I imperfections? I am full of them. What is my duty? To pray to God to give me the gifts that will correct these imperfections. If I am an angry man, it is my duty to pray for charity, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;suffereth&lt;/span&gt; long and is kind. Am I an envious man? It is my duty to seek for charity, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;envieth&lt;/span&gt; not. So with all the gifts of the Gospel. They are intended for this purpose. No man ought to say, ‘Oh, I cannot help this; it is my nature.’ He is not justified in it, for the reason that God has promised to give strength to correct these things, and to give gifts that will eradicate them” (Millennial Star, 23 Apr. 1894, 260).&lt;br /&gt;I just thought those gifts that we really don't think about as being gifts of the spirit really are diamonds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381146952037274391-1115918638512245242?l=diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/feeds/1115918638512245242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381146952037274391&amp;postID=1115918638512245242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/1115918638512245242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/1115918638512245242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/2009/04/diamond-8.html' title='Diamond #8'/><author><name>J.D. Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11162523969537425981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/SfZYtXmeC9I/AAAAAAAAANw/5kgjD7D36h0/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381146952037274391.post-950115312963377974</id><published>2009-04-11T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:31:22.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond #7</title><content type='html'>One of the greatest blessings we have on the earth today is living prophets.  I love the story of Hugh B Brown where he talks about a profile of a prophet.  For those of you who haven't read it, I will give the short version.  Basically he talks about how he was having a discussion with a prominent judge and the judge asked Bro. Brown to prepare a short on why he believed that God spoke to prophets today.  Bro Brown basically gave one of the best responses I have ever heard.  He says " why would God not speak to his children?  Maybe he has lost the Power?"  The Judge said "of course that would be blasphemous!"  "Well Ok then maybe God doesn't want to talk to us anymore, maybe we have become so wicked that God doesn't love us any more."Said Bro. Brown.  Then the Judge said " No God loves his children, he always has and always will love his children."  "Well then"Said Bro Brown "If God Still has the power to talk to us, and he still loves us, then we must not need him, we must have made such great strides in science and technology, that we don't need the voice of God heard on the earth today."  The Judge teared up and said "Hugh, never in the history of the world has God's voice been needed more."  He went on to say "So what your telling me is that God DOES talk to his children today?"  Then Bro. Brown bore his testimony that yes God does speak, and yes he did appear to the prophet Joseph in a grove of trees. The Judge said " I hope your people realize the importance of what you just told me.  If what you say is true it is the greatest news since the angels announced the ressurection of Christ."  So I add my testimony to the testimony of Hugh B Brown, God does talk to his children through his annointed prophets.  We were able to listen to their words this past weekend and I testify that yes they are indeed prophets who give special witness of Christ.  If we give heed to their council we can live more fullfilling, productive lives.  I know this is true because the spirit is testifing it to me right now. There are few Diamonds greater than knowing that God cares enough about us and our welfare to place his ordained representatives here so that we can know His will for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If anyone wants to read the full Hugh B Brown story here is the link. &lt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=836e092480e6c010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=f318118dd536c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=836e092480e6c010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381146952037274391-950115312963377974?l=diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/feeds/950115312963377974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381146952037274391&amp;postID=950115312963377974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/950115312963377974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/950115312963377974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/2009/04/diamond-7.html' title='Diamond #7'/><author><name>J.D. Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11162523969537425981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381146952037274391.post-3625629229728531318</id><published>2009-03-27T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:51:43.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K0iYKXFYSOU/ScvcBubiNzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/RmKcAKHaZAE/s320/119_1461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K0iYKXFYSOU/ScvcBubiNzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/RmKcAKHaZAE/s320/119_1461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it has been awhile since my last post, but my excuse is that I have been with my wife as she brought our new baby into the world. Which leads perfectly into my next diamond: little girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our daughter Lachlynn was born last Thursday and I must say that God sure packs allot of love in that little 7lb 7oz baby. She is the greatest thing that has ever happened to Camie and I. We love her with all of our hearts. But I think that the thing that makes her a diamond is not just the fact that she is so cute, but the overall dependence she has on Camie and I. It has made us be allot less selfish and really have to forget some of the things that we once enjoyed. Having a baby means sacrifice, we have to sacrifice allot of things. But it is worth it, everytime she cuddles up to me and she fits inside my hand on my chest I think of how I would give anything for this child. No sacrafice is to great, if it is for her best interest. I think it gives us a little glimps of what God must feel towards his children. It has really given me a new perspective on our relationship with God. If I as a mortal, and can only feel as mortals can, am able to feel this much love for my little girl, I can't even imagine God's love, which is perfect. I know our children are sent down here to remind us of God's love. What a diamond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381146952037274391-3625629229728531318?l=diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/feeds/3625629229728531318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381146952037274391&amp;postID=3625629229728531318&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/3625629229728531318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/3625629229728531318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/2009/03/diamond-6.html' title='Diamond #6'/><author><name>J.D. Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11162523969537425981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K0iYKXFYSOU/ScvcBubiNzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/RmKcAKHaZAE/s72-c/119_1461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381146952037274391.post-427313908629370994</id><published>2009-03-06T16:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:21:24.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/SbHMECkrfQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ni-cBSFVfJw/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310249805428784386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/SbHMECkrfQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ni-cBSFVfJw/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Diamond # 5 is music. What would this world be without music. Most of my family is really musically inclined, but being the black sheep of the family in regards to musical talent, hated practicing piano more than going to the dentist. But I must say that good music can open a part of our soul that words just can't touch. When I was on my mission one night I woke up in absolute agony. I couldn't feel the spirit, I felt inadiquate as a missionary, and I felt as if I didn't get out of this slump that I was in, I would never be able to teach anyone anything about the joy of the gospel. I laid awake for a long time until I finally couldn't take it anymore. I went into my study room and pulled out a hymn book. I turned to Be Still My Soul and sang all 3 verses. It was almost immediate that I felt the depression completly dissapate. I was filled with a feeling of complete joy and hope. Music truly is a diamond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381146952037274391-427313908629370994?l=diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/feeds/427313908629370994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381146952037274391&amp;postID=427313908629370994&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/427313908629370994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/427313908629370994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/2009/03/diamond-5.html' title='Diamond #5'/><author><name>J.D. Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11162523969537425981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/SbHMECkrfQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ni-cBSFVfJw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381146952037274391.post-5532612829425792472</id><published>2009-03-04T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:14:44.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/Sa79TL8P3sI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZtHyB58i1BY/s1600-h/AmericanFlag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309459516781223618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/Sa79TL8P3sI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZtHyB58i1BY/s320/AmericanFlag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMERICA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Although it is not the 4th of July, I just wanted to give my shout out to our great country. She certainly has her problems, but boy I love America. While I was on my mission to Madrid, Spain, I realized that America has so many things that make her great. My Grandpa served in WWII and I never realized what it means to go serve your country. To give up the comforts of home and family, and fight for a cause that is so important. While in Spain I saw the effects of religious persecution. People, when forced to believe a certain way, grow callused to God and his laws. Eventhough there has been freedom of religion for over 30 years in Spain, the residual effects still exist. However, in America, freedom of religion has always been protected. That is what this great country is founded on, freedom to believe any way you want and not be forced to beleive a certain way. I could go on for hours about why I am so gratefull to live in America but I think Rodney Adkins has a new song that really says every thing I want to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drivin' down the street today i saw a sign for lemonade there were the cutest kids i'd ever seen in this front yard as they handed me my glass smilin' thinkin to myself man what a picture perfect postcard this would make of America it's a high school prom, it's a Springsteen song, it's a ride in a Chevrolet it's a man on the moon, it's fireflies in June, and kids sellin' lemonade it's cities and farms, it's open arms, one nation under God it's america later on when I got home I flipped the TV on I saw a little town that some big twister tore apart and people came from miles around just to help their neighbors out I was thinkin' to myself I'm so glad that I live in America it's a high school prom, it's a Springsteen song, it's a ride in a Chevrolet it's a man on the moon, and fireflies in June, and kids sellin' lemonade it's cities and farms, it's open arms, one nation under God it's america now we don't always get it all right there's no place else I'd rather build my life a dancing kid with a chance it's a rock-n-roll band it's a farmer cuttin' hay it's a big flag flyin' in the summer wind over a fallen heros grave it's a high school prom, it's a Springsteen song, it's a welcome home parade it's a man on the moon, it's fireflies in June, and kids sellin' lemonade it's cities and farms, it's open arms, one nation under God it's america&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how it says "we don't always get it all right but there's no place else I'd rather build my life" That pretty much sums it up. America is truly a diamond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381146952037274391-5532612829425792472?l=diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/feeds/5532612829425792472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381146952037274391&amp;postID=5532612829425792472&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/5532612829425792472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/5532612829425792472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/2009/03/diamond-4.html' title='Diamond #4'/><author><name>J.D. Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11162523969537425981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hlMBm-FfIks/Sa79TL8P3sI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ZtHyB58i1BY/s72-c/AmericanFlag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381146952037274391.post-1271391313258217515</id><published>2009-02-26T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:30:59.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:_FMlphToSPGE7M:http://www.hort.cornell.edu/4hplants/Flowers/Images/Daffodil%25205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 130px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:_FMlphToSPGE7M:http://www.hort.cornell.edu/4hplants/Flowers/Images/Daffodil%25205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I would have to say that the diamond of the day is spring.  What a beautiful time as the world shakes off the cold, and blooms with beautiful colors.  I always have loved spring.  Maybe its because it means my birthday is right around the corner, maybe its because I can wears shorts and short sleeve shirts again.  Maybe it is the fact that winter semester is almost over.  Well whatever the reason is, a warm spring day seems to bring more smiles and seems to just be full with possibilities.  Of all these reasons I think my favorite reason for spring is the symbolism of the resurrection.  God has given us this great physical reminder that the grave is not the end.  On the third day after his crucification Jesus Christ Broke the bonds of death and sin by coming forth out of the seplechure.  What an event.  Try to imagine it if you can, I know we actually saw it happen and rejoiced with all the angels of heaven when it did, but try to remember watching Christ come from the grave in triumphant victory. "O death where is thy sting, O grave, where is thy victory" (1 Cor. 15:55)  I think that is why we  have spring, so we will never forget that wonderful morning of the resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:FU8_GjT57RTyuM:http://www.dst-corp.com/james/PaintingsOfJesus/Jesus14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 142px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:FU8_GjT57RTyuM:http://www.dst-corp.com/james/PaintingsOfJesus/Jesus14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381146952037274391-1271391313258217515?l=diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/feeds/1271391313258217515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381146952037274391&amp;postID=1271391313258217515&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/1271391313258217515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/1271391313258217515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/2009/02/diamond-3.html' title='Diamond #3'/><author><name>J.D. Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11162523969537425981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381146952037274391.post-3531286245629477770</id><published>2009-02-24T10:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:26:03.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:MavOG0iiE62lvM:http://www.mormonwiki.com/wiki/images/a/ac/Celestial_provo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 111px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:MavOG0iiE62lvM:http://www.mormonwiki.com/wiki/images/a/ac/Celestial_provo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My second Diamond is Temples.  There is no other place on earth where God has specifically designed for his children to be at peace.  Every time I go to the temple I am just amazed at how wonderful the spirit is.  In the temple we make sacred covenants with God so that we can live better lives.  We can be sealed as families so that no matter what happens here on earth, as long as we stay faithful, we can live together as families throughout the eternities.  That to me is a great diamond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381146952037274391-3531286245629477770?l=diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/feeds/3531286245629477770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381146952037274391&amp;postID=3531286245629477770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/3531286245629477770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/3531286245629477770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/2009/02/diamond-2.html' title='Diamond #2'/><author><name>J.D. Sheppard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11162523969537425981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381146952037274391.post-2034823375060020879</id><published>2009-02-23T16:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:17:57.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Diamond</title><content type='html'>Well just in case you still don't understand what this blog is all about, I am attempting to create some happiness in this world that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; needs it. One of my favorite quotes from Preach My Gospel is: "As a diamond displayed on black velvet appears more brilliant, so the Restoration stands in striking contrast to the dark background of the Great Apostasy." In the same thread, I am trying to create some diamonds to contrast against this great black velvet world that we live in. The first diamond I want to share is the diamond of family. My family means the world to me. I love my wife &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Camie&lt;/span&gt;, and my little girl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lachlynn&lt;/span&gt; more than anything in the world. But I also really am so glad that I live so close to family. My parents and 2 sisters live in Salt Lake and it has been so fun to be able to see them all the time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Camie's&lt;/span&gt; family has always been so nice to me ever since I started dating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Camie&lt;/span&gt;, and I love coming to Sunday dinners and being able to catch up with them. I also had a great time recently with my family going to my sisters wedding. It was so fun to see all my siblings that I don't get to see all the time. My family is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a diamond in my life. They bring great happiness to my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381146952037274391-2034823375060020879?l=diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/feeds/2034823375060020879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381146952037274391&amp;postID=2034823375060020879&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/2034823375060020879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381146952037274391/posts/default/2034823375060020879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamondsonvelvet.blogspot.com/2009/02/strange-title.html' title='The First Diamond'/><author><name>J.D. 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