<?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-5034194834210788687</id><updated>2011-11-21T10:48:50.447-08:00</updated><category term='Resurrection'/><category term='plan of salvation'/><category term='Obedience'/><category term='Parable'/><category term='website'/><category term='Reverence'/><category term='Armor Of God'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Tithing'/><category term='Family History'/><title type='text'>More Family Home Evening Ideas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiffany -- the mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449871696761030450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_unpjYiJnni8/SE0fQW2lRMI/AAAAAAAABCM/uq7rMdcZNQA/S220/Aunt+Gails,+Gma+Shirley%27s+096.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-5034194834210788687.post-270549597764418978</id><published>2009-03-25T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T05:30:47.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Home Evening Lessons...</title><content type='html'>I have been asked to guest post every third Monday of the month over at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safelygatheredin.blogspot.com"&gt;Safely Gathered In&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I love this site and enjoy doing FHE lessons on preparedness and self-reliance. Go check it out. I have posted twice. Click on the Family Home Evening label.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034194834210788687-270549597764418978?l=morefheideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/feeds/270549597764418978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5034194834210788687&amp;postID=270549597764418978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/270549597764418978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/270549597764418978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/2009/03/family-home-evening-lessons.html' title='Family Home Evening Lessons...'/><author><name>Tiffany -- the mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449871696761030450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_unpjYiJnni8/SE0fQW2lRMI/AAAAAAAABCM/uq7rMdcZNQA/S220/Aunt+Gails,+Gma+Shirley%27s+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034194834210788687.post-6102179084066081015</id><published>2008-08-08T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T06:05:23.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Sites...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found two new sites that I love for FHE....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fheinasnap.blogspot.com/"&gt;FHE in a Snap &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nataliesfhespot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Family Home Evening Spot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love finding new sites that make my job easier as a mother.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for your hard work!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034194834210788687-6102179084066081015?l=morefheideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6102179084066081015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5034194834210788687&amp;postID=6102179084066081015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/6102179084066081015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/6102179084066081015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-sites.html' title='New Sites...'/><author><name>Tiffany -- the mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449871696761030450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_unpjYiJnni8/SE0fQW2lRMI/AAAAAAAABCM/uq7rMdcZNQA/S220/Aunt+Gails,+Gma+Shirley%27s+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034194834210788687.post-52889505713713485</id><published>2008-06-09T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:50:27.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tithing'/><title type='text'>The Widow's Mite (Tithing)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is clip art that goes with this lesson. Please e-mail me if you would like the clip art and I will e-mail you with it. Thanks. Tiffany&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson:&lt;/strong&gt; The Widow’s Mite&lt;br /&gt;(Tithing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to Prepare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Popped popcorn in two bowls, small bowls for each participant.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tithing Slips for each participant.&lt;br /&gt;3. Empty cans for each participant.&lt;br /&gt;4. Paper, crayons, stickers, anything to decorate your cans with.&lt;br /&gt;5. Print and Cut out clip art, laminate if desired (use as flannel board pieces) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opening Song:&lt;/strong&gt; I’m Glad to Pay a Tithing (pg. 150 Children’s Songbook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opening Prayer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Scripture:&lt;/strong&gt; Luke 11:28 or D&amp;amp;C 64:23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; Elder Robert D. Hales –(Ensign, November 2002)&lt;br /&gt;Tithing has been established in these latter days as an essential law for members of the Lord’s restored Church. It is one of the basic ways we witness our faith in Him and our obedience to His laws and commandments. Tithing is one of the commandments that qualifies us, by our faith, to enter the temple—the house of the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Object lesson:&lt;/strong&gt; Popcorn Blessings (see below)&lt;br /&gt;Have participants sit on the floor with the small bowls in front of them. Parcel out 10 kernels to each, pretty much using up one bowl. Then ask each participant if you can have one kernel, thanking each one who is willing to share, but just moving on from those who won't. Then, fill each bowl of those who shared overflowing with popcorn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain that we receive an abundance of popcorn/ blessings if we give to the Lord what is already his.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story:&lt;/strong&gt; Tell the story of the Widow’s Mite -using pictures if desired. (My two year old sits better when there are lots of pictures that she can hold and help with) --From New Testament stories Chapter 34 pg. 94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was by the temple in Jerusalem. He was watching the people give money to the church. The people were putting their money into big boxes. Jesus saw many rich men put a lot of money into the boxes &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/mark/12/41#41" target="contentWindow"&gt;Mark 12:41&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poor woman came to the boxes. Her husband had died. She was a widow. She put in two pieces of money called mites. Two mites were not very much money. But the two mites were all the money she had Mark 12:42, 4&lt;br /&gt;Jesus saw her. Jesus wanted to teach his disciples a lesson. He told them about the widow. &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/mark/12/43#43" target="contentWindow"&gt;Mark 12:43&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus told his disciples the rich men gave lots of money. But the rich men had more money at home. &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/mark/12/43#43" target="contentWindow"&gt;Mark 12:43&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The widow had only two mites. She had no money at home. She gave all her money to the Church. She had given more to the Church than all the rich men &lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/mark/12/44#44" target="contentWindow"&gt;Mark 12:44&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Discussion:&lt;/strong&gt; Talk about what the story is about.&lt;br /&gt;· Is she paying her tithing?&lt;br /&gt;· Why is her contribution more meaningful than the others?&lt;br /&gt;· Why should we give all that we have?&lt;br /&gt;· What does tithing go towards in the church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story:&lt;/strong&gt; Tell the story of, The Empty Can (Friend, June 1999) Use the clip art if desired, for a flannel board story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma J. Yates, “Empty Can,” Friend, Jun 1999, 2&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are they that hear the word of God, and keep it (Luke 11:28).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had been admiring the new baseball glove in the sporting goods store for weeks, hoping that some day it would be mine. Every day on my way home from school, I took the long way and stopped at the store to look and wish. There were lots of other mitts there, but only one that was just right for me. That was the one I grabbed each day. I pulled it onto my hand, pounded my fist into it, and pretended I was in left field, waiting for that long fly ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each time I walked into the store, I crept down the last aisle, almost afraid to look, for fear someone had already bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I already had a baseball glove, but one of the seams was coming loose, and it was worn and scuffed. I was planning to make the Little League all-star team, and I figured that I needed the best mitt possible.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was coming up. I’d hinted to Mom and Dad a hundred times that it would sure be nice to have that mitt at the sporting goods store. They nodded and smiled, but they didn’t make any promises. I even took my dad into the store and showed him what a great glove it was. He agreed with me, but the morning of my birthday, the glove was still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After my birthday dinner, Mom brought in my presents and set them before me. Right away I could see that my baseball glove wasn’t there. I tried not to be disappointed, but it was hard. And then I got a real surprise. Brother Tice came back from his vacation early and paid me twenty dollars for taking care of his dog and mail and mowing his lawn and stuff. I had already saved nineteen dollars, so with Brother Tice’s money, I had enough to buy my glove now!&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I finished the last of my cake and ice cream, I raced to the sporting goods store. The man was just getting ready to put the CLOSED sign in the window, when I burst in and grabbed the glove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had eighty cents left over, so on the way home I stopped at the drugstore and bought a half pound of cinnamon bears.&lt;br /&gt;I left with three cents in my pocket, my new glove on one hand, and my sack of cinnamon bears in the other. I couldn’t have been happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="12"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That night, I propped up my new glove on the dresser so that it would be the last thing I saw before I went to sleep and the first thing I saw when I got up in the morning. And all night long I dreamed of playing in the all-star game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="13"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning was Saturday, and no one had to wake me. As soon as the first bits of light streaked across my room, I was up and getting dressed. I snatched my glove and bounded for the door, knocking half the stuff off my dresser. That’s when I saw my tithing can. My empty tithing can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suddenly I got a sick feeling inside. Mom and Dad had always told me to pay my tithing before I used my money for anything else. I had always remembered to do that—until yesterday! Yesterday the only thing I had had on my mind was getting my baseball glove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="15"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I looked down at it. I looked over at the paper sack that had only three cinnamon bears left inside. I swallowed hard and figured out how much money I had stolen from the Lord. I’d received twenty dollars from Brother Tice, so I owed the Lord two dollars. Two dollars! Where would I ever get two dollars before Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="16"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clutching my glove, I promised myself that the next time I had two dollars I’d give it all for tithing. I sneaked out of the house and tried to forget about everything except the all-star game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I reached the park and showed my teammates my new glove, they all said that they were sure that I’d be able to catch any ball that came to me. But the first time Rodney hit a fly ball in my direction, I missed it. When Charlie knocked a grounder my way, it slipped right past me. The guys said that I just wasn’t used to playing with a new glove, but I knew that that wasn’t the reason. I couldn’t stop thinking of the two dollars I owed the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the other guys kept playing, I headed for home, dragged myself to my room, dropped my glove on the bed, and stared at my empty tithing can. Finally I got on my knees and said a little prayer, telling the Lord that I was sorry for taking His tithing and using it for my glove, and that I would pay Him back as soon as I could. But I still had that sick feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="19"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slowly I set my baseball glove on the dresser and pushed it way back. Then I set my tithing can in front of the mitt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="20"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Mom,” I asked as I walked into the kitchen, “do you have any work I could do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="21"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was making bread at the kitchen table and looked up at me like I might be feeling sick. “I thought you were playing baseball with your new mitt.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="22"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“I went,” I muttered, hanging my head down, “but I need to earn a little money.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="23"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“You need more money?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="24"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Well,” I stammered, “I owe somebody else some money, and I forgot about paying up before I spent it all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="25"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom thought for a minute. “The garage needs cleaning. I suppose if you did a really good job there I could give you fifty cents.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="26"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fifty cents wasn’t a lot of money, especially considering how much work was to be done in the garage, but I didn’t care. I needed to square myself with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="27"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the rest of the morning I worked in the garage. I stacked all the boxes, straightened all the tools, swept the floor, and hauled out the trash. I’d cleaned the garage before, but never as well as I did then. When Mom inspected my work, her eyes got big. “Well, Justin,” she exclaimed, “I’ve never seen the garage look so good. I think that’s worth at least seventy-five cents.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="28"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Brother Tuckfield,” I asked my neighbor across the street, “do you have any work a guy could do?” Brother Tuckfield was digging in his flower bed. He looked up and wiped a big drop of sweat from his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="29"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“I’m trying to earn a little money,” I explained. “I’ll work hard. And I don’t charge much.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="30"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Well, there are some weeds along the ditch bank in my backyard. If you’d chop those down for me, I could pay you twenty-five or fifty cents.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="31"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a jungle of weeds along Brother Tuckfield’s ditch. I worked for over an hour, pulling and chopping and digging. Before I quit, there wasn’t a single weed left along that ditch bank. Brother Tuckfield gave me fifty cents, and I went down the street still looking for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="32"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sister Caldwell needed trash hauled out to the curb. That was another ten cents. Sister Hadfield wanted the grass raked in her front yard. That was worth twenty-five cents. Brother Henderson let me pull the weeds in his rose bushes. I ended up with scratched hands and arms, but I earned twenty-five cents there, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="33"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I stopped by Brother Raymond’s home and helped him weed his garden. It was about the hardest work I’d done all day. I had to get down on my hands and knees and pick the tiny weeds among the carrots and the radishes. It was worth it when Brother Raymond pulled two quarters out of his pocket and dropped them into my hand. I’d finally earned enough money to make things right with the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="34"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I finally headed for home, I was too tired and sore to do more than drag my feet over the hot sidewalk. I was thirsty and had two big blisters on my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="35"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I passed the park. All the guys had gone home long ago, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t thinking of baseball and the all-star game anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="36"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made my way to my room. The tithing can was waiting on the dresser, still empty. I poured my two dollars and thirty-five cents into the can, grabbed my new ball glove—the mitt that was honestly mine, now—and pounded my blistered fist into it with a satisfied smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Activity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;· Make and decorate Tithing Cans.&lt;br /&gt;· There is also an activity sheet, that is about tithing around the world.&lt;br /&gt;· Show tithing slips and practice filling them out. Make sure your children see you filling them out. Since the best teaching tool is by example. Maybe show them some old receipts so they can see that you as parents contribute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closing Song:&lt;/strong&gt; I Want to Give the Lord My Tenth (pg. 150, Children’s Songbook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closing Prayer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treat:&lt;/strong&gt; Use the Popcorn as your treat tonight and they can eat it during the lesson if they are still listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is Clip Art that goes with this lesson. Please e-mail me for the clip art. I am having a hard time uploading it to the post. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please e-mail me at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:tiffany.pankau@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tiffany.pankau@gmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034194834210788687-52889505713713485?l=morefheideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/feeds/52889505713713485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5034194834210788687&amp;postID=52889505713713485' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/52889505713713485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/52889505713713485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/2008/06/widows-mite-tithing.html' title='The Widow&apos;s Mite (Tithing)'/><author><name>Tiffany -- the mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449871696761030450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_unpjYiJnni8/SE0fQW2lRMI/AAAAAAAABCM/uq7rMdcZNQA/S220/Aunt+Gails,+Gma+Shirley%27s+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034194834210788687.post-2554457729975386704</id><published>2008-03-17T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T08:05:39.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resurrection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Easter or Resurrection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I haven't posted in a while, life has been crazy and I have been recycling the lessons that I already had, so there was nothing new. I decided that I really wanted an Easter lesson for Annabella. I am not sure how much she learned, especially when you have to go so fast since she is still so young. But we tried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Opening Song: He Sent His Son &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/cm/catalogsearchseqrange/1,17930,4960-1-2,00.html?searchRange=1&amp;amp;searchseqstart=21&amp;amp;searchseqend=40"&gt;(Children's Song Book p. #34)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scripture: Mark 10:34&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lesson: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found a &lt;a href="http://library.lds.org/nxt/gateway.dll/Magazines/Liahona/1978.htm/the%20friend%20april%201978.htm/flannel%20board%20color%20page%20he%20is%20risen.htm?fn=document-frameset.htm$f=templates$3.0"&gt;Flannel Board Story &lt;/a&gt;from the &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=ae20e975d2a2b010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0"&gt;Friend&lt;/a&gt; about The Resurrection of Jesus Christ. I told the flannel board story and let Annabella help with the pictures. We sang Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Children's Song Book p.#275)&lt;/span&gt; when she started getting wiggly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Closing Song: I Am A Child of God &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/cm/catalogsearchseqrange/1,17930,4960-1-2,00.html"&gt;(Children's Song Book p.#2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We really enjoyed this lesson. Below are the flannel board story pieces that I colored. The other ones are not colored. Have fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179097138971721602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R9_ZaGmmv4I/AAAAAAAAAsk/K1AbbQ1M2Dg/s320/easter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179093191896776562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R9_V0Wmmv3I/AAAAAAAAAsc/Y5kZo01_DFk/s320/easter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Found link to Flannel Board Story on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sugardoodle.net/mambo/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sugar Doodle. net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034194834210788687-2554457729975386704?l=morefheideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/feeds/2554457729975386704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5034194834210788687&amp;postID=2554457729975386704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/2554457729975386704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/2554457729975386704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-or-ressurection.html' title='Easter or Resurrection'/><author><name>Tiffany -- the mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449871696761030450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_unpjYiJnni8/SE0fQW2lRMI/AAAAAAAABCM/uq7rMdcZNQA/S220/Aunt+Gails,+Gma+Shirley%27s+096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R9_ZaGmmv4I/AAAAAAAAAsk/K1AbbQ1M2Dg/s72-c/easter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034194834210788687.post-701275507292034174</id><published>2008-01-07T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:12:57.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Armor Of God'/><title type='text'>Arming Ourselves</title><content type='html'>This is a lesson that my sister did for her family. They are ages 11, 9, 8, and 4. They are doing a series on this type of thing and this was the first one. She did not give any songs so I choose a few that I thought would be great with this lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Song: We'll bring the World His Truth &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/churchmusic/detailmusicPlayer/index.html?searchlanguage=1&amp;amp;searchcollection=2&amp;amp;searchseqstart=172&amp;amp;searchsubseqstart=%20&amp;amp;searchseqend=172&amp;amp;searchsubseqend=ZZZ"&gt;Children's Songbook pg 172&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Closing Song: The Prophet Said to Plant a Garden&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/churchmusic/detailmusicPlayer/index.html?searchlanguage=1&amp;amp;searchcollection=2&amp;amp;searchseqstart=237&amp;amp;searchsubseqstart=%20&amp;amp;searchseqend=237&amp;amp;searchsubseqend=ZZZ"&gt;Children's Songbook pg 237&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arming Ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 - Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with talking about the Army of Helaman, I used this article from the &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=21bc9fbee98db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=eb6594859a4bb010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;Friend&lt;/a&gt; to summarize the story and how it relates to them.&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked about the war in Heaven and how we chose to follow Christ. But Satan and his followers want us to miss out on the blessings we can get by being obedient. So we discussed how we are in a war with Satan and every time we make a good choice we are defeating him. One way to help them to make the right choices is for them to talk to us, their parents. We can help them to make better choices if they will let us know what is going on in their lives. One thing Satan will do is try to make them think that they can't talk to us. He will tell them that we wouldn't understand, or that they will get in trouble, or that we won't listen. Satan does this because he knows that parents can protect their kids from making the wrong choice. We talked about how to talk to us and discussed ways to get our attention appropriately using this article from the &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=024644f8f206c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=2040d370d5c9b010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;New Era &lt;/a&gt;as a resource.&lt;br /&gt;Then my husband did his part of the lesson, he made a wooden shield earlier and found a wooden dowel to use as a sword. He talked about how parents are like a shield, if you use it you will be protected, but if you foolishly leave it on the ground you could be seriously hurt. Of course my husband used the opportunity to have each of the kids hold the shield then he hit it really hard and asked them how it would have felt to be hit without the shield. They of course responded that it would have really hurt. Then to close our lesson, I handed out CTR rings to the kids that had lost them. We then explained that not only does it remind them to Choose the Right, but it is in the shape of a shield to help them remember that their parents are like the shield that can help them to Choose the Right too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034194834210788687-701275507292034174?l=morefheideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/feeds/701275507292034174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5034194834210788687&amp;postID=701275507292034174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/701275507292034174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/701275507292034174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/2008/01/arming-ourselves.html' title='Arming Ourselves'/><author><name>Tiffany -- the mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449871696761030450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_unpjYiJnni8/SE0fQW2lRMI/AAAAAAAABCM/uq7rMdcZNQA/S220/Aunt+Gails,+Gma+Shirley%27s+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034194834210788687.post-5856563608299743605</id><published>2007-12-17T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T15:39:38.565-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obedience'/><title type='text'>Obedience and Jonah</title><content type='html'>So I was looking for a lesson on obedience and I found this one at &lt;a href="http://www.ldssplash.com/fhe/fhe_lessons/family_home_evening_lessons.htm"&gt;ldssplash.com&lt;/a&gt; I liked it and am using it this week. Everything typed in green was the idea from the website. I am adding some things that I liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Song: Quickly I'll Obey &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/cm/catalogsearchseqrange/1,17930,4960-1-2,00.html?searchRange=5&amp;amp;searchseqstart=181&amp;amp;searchseqend=200"&gt;(Childrens Hymn Book pg. 197)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Song: Pioneer Children were Quick to Obey &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/cm/catalogsearchseqrange/1,17930,4960-1-2,00.html?searchRange=6&amp;amp;searchseqstart=201&amp;amp;searchseqend=220"&gt;(Children's Hymn Book pg. 215)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture: Romans 5:19&lt;br /&gt;For as by one man’s disobedience many were made sinners, so by the obedience of one shall many be made righteous.&lt;br /&gt;Thought: "Obedience to His commandments and a commitment to living a life that demonstrates He can trust you."- Elder Richard G. Scott &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;January 2007 Ensign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Needed: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldssplash.com/fhe/fhe_lessons/obedience2.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This printout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A fastener (or paper clip if fastener isn't available)&lt;br /&gt;Cut out all the shapes on the printout. Place the mouth up to the whale, with the gray part behind. Stick the fastener into the middle of the whale so that the mouth opens and closes.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson:What is obedience?&lt;br /&gt;Read or tell the story of Jonah. Use the printouts to tell the story. (Jonah chapter 1 and 2)&lt;br /&gt;How was Jonah not being obedient?&lt;br /&gt;what did Jonah do to ask forgiveness?&lt;br /&gt;What can we do to be obedient?&lt;br /&gt;Bare your testimony about how we are blessed when we are obedient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wanted to tell the story of Jonah in a way that my daughter (23 months old) might understand so I found the church's story board from the &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=e36d5f74db46c010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=ef55ff3ff4c20110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;Old Testaments Stories&lt;/a&gt; I like that they have pictures if I want to print them out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*Jonah was a prophet of God. God told him to go to a city called Nineveh. The people there were wicked. God told Jonah to tell the people to repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/1//1-2#1')" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/1/1-2#1" target="contentWindow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jonah 1:1–2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*Jonah did not obey God. Jonah did not want to go to Nineveh. He did not want to tell the people to repent. He got on a ship. The ship was sailing to another city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/1//3#3')" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/1/3#3" target="contentWindow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jonah 1:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*God sent a bad storm. The wind blew hard. The men on the ship were afraid it would sink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/1//4-5#4')" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/1/4-5#4" target="contentWindow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jonah 1:4–5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*The captain of the ship went to Jonah. Jonah was sleeping. The captain woke him. He told Jonah to pray and ask God to help them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/1//6#6')" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/1/6#6" target="contentWindow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jonah 1:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*The men thought the storm came because Jonah was on the ship. They wanted the storm to stop. They asked Jonah what they should do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/1//7-11#7')" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/1/7-11#7" target="contentWindow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jonah 1:7–11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*Jonah told them to throw him into the water. He knew God sent the storm because of him. He had not obeyed God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/1//9-12#9')" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/1/9-12#9" target="contentWindow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jonah 1:9–12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*The men did not want to throw Jonah into the water. But they knew the storm would stop if they did. So they threw him into the water. The storm stopped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/1//13-15#13')" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/1/13-15#13" target="contentWindow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jonah 1:13–15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*God sent a big fish. The fish swallowed Jonah. Jonah was in the fish for three days and three nights. Jonah prayed to God. He repented. He said he was sorry he had run away. He promised to obey God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/1//17#17')" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/1/17#17" target="contentWindow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jonah 1:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/2//1-9#1')" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/2/1-9#1" target="contentWindow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2:1–9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*The fish put Jonah out on dry land. Again God told Jonah to go to Nineveh. He said to tell the people to repent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/2//10#10')" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/2/10#10" target="contentWindow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jonah 2:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/3//1-2#1')" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/3/1-2#1" target="contentWindow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3:1–2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*This time Jonah obeyed God. He went to Nineveh. He told the people to repent. If they would not repent, Nineveh would be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/3//3-4#3')" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/3/3-4#3" target="contentWindow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jonah 3:3–4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*The people did repent. They stopped being wicked. They fasted and prayed. God did not destroy Nineveh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/3//5-10#5')" href="http://scriptures.lds.org/jonah/3/5-10#5" target="contentWindow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jonah 3:5–10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034194834210788687-5856563608299743605?l=morefheideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5856563608299743605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5034194834210788687&amp;postID=5856563608299743605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/5856563608299743605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/5856563608299743605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/2007/12/obedience-and-jonah.html' title='Obedience and Jonah'/><author><name>Tiffany -- the mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449871696761030450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_unpjYiJnni8/SE0fQW2lRMI/AAAAAAAABCM/uq7rMdcZNQA/S220/Aunt+Gails,+Gma+Shirley%27s+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034194834210788687.post-6018973452797809468</id><published>2007-12-10T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T15:39:10.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reverence'/><title type='text'>Reverence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I enjoyed this lesson. Annabella on the other hand well she listened but I am not to sure that she understood any of it. I think that this is a lesson that I can keep going over and she will get it. I just love all the visual aids and she did love those and wanted to play with them. I shorted the lesson because she is just 23 months old and couldn't sit that long. I again got this idea from the yahoo group that I joined, fhe4children I really like this site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R2Z5020VBiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/TU6vuWbhWTQ/s1600-h/rev4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144933573292525090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R2Z5020VBiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/TU6vuWbhWTQ/s200/rev4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R2Z5bW0VBfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZfE77kudxYU/s1600-h/rev1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144933135205860850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R2Z5bW0VBfI/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZfE77kudxYU/s200/rev1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R2Z5i20VBgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/GWhu-FeLYis/s1600-h/rev2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144933264054879746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R2Z5i20VBgI/AAAAAAAAAYI/GWhu-FeLYis/s200/rev2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R2Z5rm0VBhI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/PD6qxThCZ2o/s1600-h/rev3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144933414378735122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R2Z5rm0VBhI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/PD6qxThCZ2o/s200/rev3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;REVERENCE&lt;br /&gt;By, Tina Felt -- February 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Idea: Reverence is a special feeling of love and respect that should be reflected in actions, words, and attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Parents: “Children are not born with the concepts which produce reverence, nor can these concepts be matured in them suddenly…. But by and large, children in their early years and most of them in later years will be just about as reverent as they are trained to be, and no more.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Song: Reverently, Quietly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought what it means to be reverent? Reverence is a special feeling of Respect and Love. It is a feeling close to our Heavenly Father. It is caring about others, showing respect for them and being courteous to them. When we love our Heavenly Father, our families, friends, leaders, and teachers, we will respect them. We show our special feeling of love and respect for others by REVERENCE. When we listen to our parents, teachers, and leaders and do what they want us to do because we respect and love them, we are being reverent, as Heavenly Father expects us to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem: REVERENCE (Have members of the family hold up the different letters as the poem is being recited either by a parent or an older child who can read and take part.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our chapel is a sacred place where we should be reverent and show respect to our Heavenly Father. A sacred place is a holy place, a place where Heavenly Father’s spirit may be felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy and Sad Chapels: Hold up the picture of a sad chapel and ask your children what this is a picture of. Tell them that :&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of a sad chapel.&lt;br /&gt;The children in this chapel were very noisy&lt;br /&gt;They didn’t sign the songs well at all&lt;br /&gt;Some children talked without raising their hands&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the children came late&lt;br /&gt;There was talking during the prayer&lt;br /&gt;The children in this chapel didn’t show love and respect for our Father in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold up the picture of the happy chapel and ask your children what this is a picture of. Tell them that:&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of a happy chapel&lt;br /&gt;The children were quiet during their meetings&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was reverent&lt;br /&gt;All of the children sang their songs well&lt;br /&gt;No one whispered to their neighbors&lt;br /&gt;The children sat quietly in their chairs&lt;br /&gt;The children folded their arms and closed their eyes during the prayer&lt;br /&gt;They walked quietly in the halls&lt;br /&gt;They showed their Heavenly Father how much they loved and respected Him through their reverent actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one of these chapels do we have? Let’s all try to make our chapel a happy chapel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: Children Like Animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity: Using your happy and sad chapels. Place them on the floor. Have each member of the family draw a game card and act out what is on their card. When they are through, have the other members of the family guess what their behavior is. Have them decide if this behavior belongs in the Happy Chapel or the Sad Chapel and put their card on the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem: I Love You Jesus&lt;br /&gt;(Pick our 3 boys and 2 girls from the previous story to use for this poem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One of the most Christ-like qualities we ought to develop is reverence, an attitude that shows how we feel about Heavenly Father and the things He has asked us to do… Reverence is more than just being quiet. It is a spiritual communication between us and our Father in Heaven. When we are reverent, we don’t do anything that reflects negatively upon the Lord or His Church.” Vaugh J. Featherstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverence is a special feeling that helps us feel near to Heavenly Father and makes us want to show by our actions, words, and attitudes how much we love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Song: Father, I will Reverent Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refreshments: Frosted animal cookies with ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use cards with each letter to spell reverence and have the children hold each card as they give the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVERENCE POEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Reverence is true respect&lt;br /&gt;For Jesus whom we love.&lt;br /&gt;And for this chapel where we meet&lt;br /&gt;To worship him above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Each child should come in quietly&lt;br /&gt;No push, nor jump, nor run,&lt;br /&gt;But be polite and orderly&lt;br /&gt;Until the meetings done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V: Very softly we should speak&lt;br /&gt;And yet distinct and clear&lt;br /&gt;The soft sweet tones of children&lt;br /&gt;Our Savior likes to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Every child should fold his arms&lt;br /&gt;And while the prayer is said&lt;br /&gt;Should close his eyes and listen&lt;br /&gt;And always bow his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Remember, little children,&lt;br /&gt;Be courteous and true,&lt;br /&gt;Be kind to one another&lt;br /&gt;For, this is reverence too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Enter here with happy thoughts&lt;br /&gt;But don’t be rough and loud&lt;br /&gt;For Jesus loves a smiling face&lt;br /&gt;But not a noisy crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Neat and tidy we should be&lt;br /&gt;With faces shining bright&lt;br /&gt;And if our thoughts are clean and pure&lt;br /&gt;We’ll always do what’s right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Cleanliness is reverence&lt;br /&gt;Let’s try in all we do&lt;br /&gt;To keep the chapel neat and clean&lt;br /&gt;Now and the whole week through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Everyone should reverent be&lt;br /&gt;In every act and word&lt;br /&gt;When we are in the Savior’s house,&lt;br /&gt;The chapel of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, JESUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you Jesus, so much," said Mike&lt;br /&gt;"I want to do the things 'you'd like."&lt;br /&gt;But he forgot to try at all&lt;br /&gt;As he ran and shouted through the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you Jesus," said Betty Ann&lt;br /&gt;"I want to be as good as I can."&lt;br /&gt;In Sharing Time she talked aloud.&lt;br /&gt;That makes an awfully noisy crowd.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you Jesus," said John one day&lt;br /&gt;"I want to learn in every way,&lt;br /&gt;All I need to know to grow strong and good."&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't listen when he should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you Jesus," said little Sue&lt;br /&gt;"I'll do all the things you want me to."&lt;br /&gt;But she forgot to bow her head,&lt;br /&gt;Or close her eyes when the prayer was said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you Jesus, so much," said Joe&lt;br /&gt;"The things I do today will show&lt;br /&gt;How much I want to do my part.&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of thee with all my heart.”&lt;br /&gt;“Two hands that know where they belong,&lt;br /&gt;Two feet that quietly walk along.&lt;br /&gt;Two lips that speak only when they should,&lt;br /&gt;Two ears that listen to all things good.&lt;br /&gt;Two eyes that when the prayer is said&lt;br /&gt;Will gently close when I bow my head.&lt;br /&gt;One heart that loves Thy will to do&lt;br /&gt;Dear God these things are my gifts to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all these five, Jesus knows who loves Him most … which one are you?&lt;br /&gt;Children Like Animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Today we'll learn about some children and how they act In Our Heavenly Father's house.&lt;br /&gt;************************************************&lt;br /&gt;1. This is Nan. Nan is only three years old. It’s hard to be good when you are only three. Nan tries hard. She puts her toys away, sometimes even before her mother asks her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes when Nan goes to church she acts like a kitten. Kittens are soft and usually quiet, so you may wonder what would be wrong - with having a kitten at church. Have you ever watched two kittens together? They are always swatting each other. This was Nan's problem-she didn’t always remember to keep her hands to herself. Heavenly Father is happy if we fold our hands and keep them in our laps while we are in his house.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************&lt;br /&gt;2. This is Jeremy. Usually Jeremy is a good boy. He likes to help his father work in the yard. He mows the grass in the summer and rakes the leaves in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes when Jeremy goes to church he acts like a big polar bear. Polar bears are soft and furry. If you have ever seen one at the zoo you know that they are heavy and walk plunk! plunk! plunk! Sometimes Jeremy forgets and lets his feet go plunk! plunk! as he walks down the chapel aisle. Heavenly Father is happy when we walk with light, quiet feet in his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This is Diane. Diane is a happy little girl. She helps her mother with the dishes and doesn't even grumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes when Diane goes to church she acts like a bird. Birds like to chirp and sing. And Diane loves to sing in church. But sometimes she forgets where she is and sings when it isn't time to sing. Heavenly Father wants us to be happy and to sing when we are in his house. But he wants us to sing only when everyone else is singing or when we are asked to sing a special song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;4. This is Jason. Jason always obeys his parents. He always, remembers to wear his coat when he goes outside if it is cold or stormy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes when, Jason goes to church he acts like a duck. If you have ever watched a flock of ducks you know that they often stray away and get into places where they, don't belong. Sometimes Jason forgets to stay in his seat and wanders all over the chapel. Heavenly Father is happy if we stay in our places while we are in his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This is Veronica. Veronica is getting to be a big girl. She is even big enough to make her bed in the morning before she goes to breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes when Veronica goes to church she acts, like a monkey. Sometimes she crawls under the bench, and sometimes she climbs up onto the back of the bench. Heavenly Father is happy when we sit quietly and prop&amp;shy;erly on the benches while we are in his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. This is Kirt. Kirt eats his vegetables and is growing strong. He is even strong enough to help carry groceries into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes when Kirt goes to church he is grumpy. He likes to stay up late on Saturday night and watch his favorite show on TV. When he wakes up Sunday morning he acts like a lion. He growls at his sister and brother and he even growls at his friends at church. Heavenly Father is happy when we are cheerful while we are in his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. This is Nicky. Nicky is a happy girl. She smiles and is pleasant even when she has to tend her little brother, though she would rather be playing with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always when Nicky goes to church she acts like a butter&amp;shy;fly. She gently moves down the aisle and quietly takes her seat. She sings the songs. She thinks of Jesus during the sacrament, and she listens to the speakers. Heavenly Father is happy when we are truly reverent in his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&amp;shy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Heavenly Father is happy when we show love and respect for his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034194834210788687-6018973452797809468?l=morefheideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6018973452797809468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5034194834210788687&amp;postID=6018973452797809468' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/6018973452797809468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/6018973452797809468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/2007/12/reverence.html' title='Reverence'/><author><name>Tiffany -- the mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449871696761030450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_unpjYiJnni8/SE0fQW2lRMI/AAAAAAAABCM/uq7rMdcZNQA/S220/Aunt+Gails,+Gma+Shirley%27s+096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R2Z5020VBiI/AAAAAAAAAYY/TU6vuWbhWTQ/s72-c/rev4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034194834210788687.post-1986034129981740073</id><published>2007-12-03T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T15:40:04.898-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>The Nativity</title><content type='html'>I found a cute nativity scene on the yahoo group fhe4children. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R11h8m3lDvI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kd5voHsN_Fo/s1600-h/4ae6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142374043380682482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R11h8m3lDvI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kd5voHsN_Fo/s200/4ae6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the song we picked a Christmas song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then just told the story of Mary and Joseph, the Shepard's, and the wise men. Annabella then played with the visual aids and she loved rearranging them. She was excited about the baby Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142373871581990626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R11hym3lDuI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WnU9erGKh38/s200/6772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034194834210788687-1986034129981740073?l=morefheideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1986034129981740073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5034194834210788687&amp;postID=1986034129981740073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/1986034129981740073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/1986034129981740073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/2007/12/nativity.html' title='The Nativity'/><author><name>Tiffany -- the mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449871696761030450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_unpjYiJnni8/SE0fQW2lRMI/AAAAAAAABCM/uq7rMdcZNQA/S220/Aunt+Gails,+Gma+Shirley%27s+096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R11h8m3lDvI/AAAAAAAAAVU/kd5voHsN_Fo/s72-c/4ae6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034194834210788687.post-6695822060613321001</id><published>2007-11-19T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:06:57.631-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>A Thanksgiving Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0GvmsZkpxI/AAAAAAAAATM/HlRbOLQ72H4/s1600-h/thanksgiving10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134578129467385618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0GvmsZkpxI/AAAAAAAAATM/HlRbOLQ72H4/s200/thanksgiving10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0GviMZkpwI/AAAAAAAAATE/aNYSmNfhjXw/s1600-h/thanksgiving8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134578052157974274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0GviMZkpwI/AAAAAAAAATE/aNYSmNfhjXw/s200/thanksgiving8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0Gvd8ZkpvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/-xLiav6Sy8E/s1600-h/thanksgiving7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134577979143530226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0Gvd8ZkpvI/AAAAAAAAAS8/-xLiav6Sy8E/s200/thanksgiving7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0GvZsZkpuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OtRT1A-S0Fk/s1600-h/thanksgiving6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134577906129086178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0GvZsZkpuI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OtRT1A-S0Fk/s200/thanksgiving6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0GvVcZkptI/AAAAAAAAASs/acYLCFFuZtk/s1600-h/thanksgiving5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134577833114642130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0GvVcZkptI/AAAAAAAAASs/acYLCFFuZtk/s200/thanksgiving5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0GvQ8ZkpsI/AAAAAAAAASk/jxal4VEiiOk/s1600-h/thanksgiving4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134577755805230786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0GvQ8ZkpsI/AAAAAAAAASk/jxal4VEiiOk/s200/thanksgiving4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0GvMsZkprI/AAAAAAAAASc/EZJGLW3TbG8/s1600-h/thanksgiving2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134577682790786738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0GvMsZkprI/AAAAAAAAASc/EZJGLW3TbG8/s200/thanksgiving2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0Gu3MZkpqI/AAAAAAAAASU/jtdzDtbf4R4/s1600-h/thankgiving3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134577313423599266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0Gu3MZkpqI/AAAAAAAAASU/jtdzDtbf4R4/s200/thankgiving3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0GuwcZkppI/AAAAAAAAASM/q3XzQOaF9zM/s1600-h/thaksgiving1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134577197459482258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0GuwcZkppI/AAAAAAAAASM/q3XzQOaF9zM/s200/thaksgiving1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For today's lesson I wanted to do a lesson about Thanksgiving and I found this great lesson on the yahoo group &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/fhe4children/"&gt;fhe4children&lt;/a&gt;. I really liked the pictures and the narrative that went along with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Songs that I choose were &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/cm/catalogsearchseqrange/1,17930,4960-1-2,00.html"&gt;Children's hymn book &lt;/a&gt;pg. 10 "Thank Thee For Every Thing" and pg. 20A "A Song of Thanks". Next here is the narrative:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A long time ago, over in the country of England, there was a king. His name was King James. He said, “Everyone must go to MY church.” Some of the people said, “We don’t want to go to his church. We like our own church.” Therefore, these people traveled to Holland to live. However, they were not happy there. They wanted to go to the New World.&lt;br /&gt;The New World was named America. These people were called the Pilgrims. They all got on the ship, which was called the Mayflower. There were men women and children. There was even a little cat. They traveled on the ocean for many many days.&lt;br /&gt;2. It was a terrible trip. The waves were big. There were too many people on the ship. Many of the people were sick. A baby was even born during the trip and the Pilgrims gave thanks to God. They were excited about traveling to a New World where they could go to church they liked.&lt;br /&gt;3. Finally, the Mayflower reached the New World. There were no friends there waiting to meet the Pilgrims. There were not even houses for them to live in. There were no church buildings for them to meet in together. In addition, there was not enough food to eat. It was winter and it was very cold. The snow came down and covered everything. Still the Pilgrims were happy to be in the New World where they could go to the church they choose.&lt;br /&gt;4. Some of the men got into a little boat. They rowed and rowed until they found a little harbor. They said, “This will be a good place to live.” There was a big rock at the shore. The place was named Plymouth Rock. It was a very hard winter. Many Pilgrims got sick because of the cold and wet weather. Moreover, many Pilgrims were hungry. Some of them even died. Nevertheless, they were not sad they had come to live in the New World.&lt;br /&gt;5. Finally, spring came and the snow melted. It was time to go to work. They needed to build better houses to live in and to plant gardens for food. The Pilgrims needed help. An Indian named Squanto came and taught them how to plant seeds in this new world. They planted corn, squash, and other good seeds. Squanto taught them how to fish and to hunt. He showed them how to use animal skins for clothing and in their homes.&lt;br /&gt;6. Everyone worked. Cabins were built and a small church was built. More Pilgrims came from England. More Indians came from the woods to help.&lt;br /&gt;7. Summer came and the crops grew tall. Then the summer was over and it was time to gather the crops into the storehouse and prepare for the winter. The pilgrims were glad they had built warm cabins before the winter snows would come again. Their leader said,” The Lord has been good to us. We will have a day of Thanksgiving.”&lt;br /&gt;8. They invited the Indians to a feast. Everyone ate and ate and ate… For three days they ate. They gave thanks for the good food, their new homes and new friends, the Indians. That was the very first Thanksgiving in this New World, America&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope y'all like this one. I love the yahoo group that I joined. It is a great tool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034194834210788687-6695822060613321001?l=morefheideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/feeds/6695822060613321001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5034194834210788687&amp;postID=6695822060613321001' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/6695822060613321001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/6695822060613321001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-lesson.html' title='A Thanksgiving Lesson'/><author><name>Tiffany -- the mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449871696761030450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_unpjYiJnni8/SE0fQW2lRMI/AAAAAAAABCM/uq7rMdcZNQA/S220/Aunt+Gails,+Gma+Shirley%27s+096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/R0GvmsZkpxI/AAAAAAAAATM/HlRbOLQ72H4/s72-c/thanksgiving10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034194834210788687.post-1997808742640913485</id><published>2007-11-08T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T07:47:35.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><title type='text'>Hatch Patch Creations</title><content type='html'>This past week we had FHE with another family and she prepared the lesson. It was great. She had these great visual aids and I thought I have to have those. I asked where she got them and well there is the web site. &lt;a href="http://www.hatchpatchcreations.com/"&gt;http://www.hatchpatchcreations.com/&lt;/a&gt; You can go to their webs site and print a lesson for free. It is great. They give you a story, picture sheets, a game, a scripture and a treat recipe. They have so many great topics. I can't wait to buy a bunch. They are copyrighted so please don't copy them for your friends but this site is a wonderful tool. Print out the free one they offer and see for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034194834210788687-1997808742640913485?l=morefheideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1997808742640913485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5034194834210788687&amp;postID=1997808742640913485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/1997808742640913485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/1997808742640913485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/2007/11/hatch-patch-creations.html' title='Hatch Patch Creations'/><author><name>Tiffany -- the mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449871696761030450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_unpjYiJnni8/SE0fQW2lRMI/AAAAAAAABCM/uq7rMdcZNQA/S220/Aunt+Gails,+Gma+Shirley%27s+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034194834210788687.post-8182407667744500152</id><published>2007-10-25T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T11:02:10.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>The Prayer Train</title><content type='html'>This next week I am going to have FHE on "How to Pray" Annabella is 21 months and she is learning to say the prayer, so I thought that this would be a great lesson. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to use for the songs: We bow our heads &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/cm/display/0,17631,4766-1,00.html"&gt;Children's Song Book pg. 25A&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; and I pray in faith  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/cm/display/0,17631,4766-1,00.html"&gt;(Children's Song Book pg. 14)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought that we would talk about prayer from the bible dictionary (under prayer) about talking to Heavenly Father because we are his literal children, then talk about that order of prayer and what we do with our body. I have the prayer train attached. I hope that you like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/RyDVboV3RoI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8Qnbr57gKQI/s1600-h/prayer+train1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125331046609929858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/RyDVboV3RoI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8Qnbr57gKQI/s320/prayer+train1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/RyDVj4V3RpI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6VK0jkez0Rk/s1600-h/prayer+train2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125331188343850642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/RyDVj4V3RpI/AAAAAAAAAPU/6VK0jkez0Rk/s320/prayer+train2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(if you click on each of the images and look at it bigger you can then save it to your computer to print out if you would like.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This wasn't my idea check out &lt;a href="http://nataliesfhespot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Natalie's Family Home Evening blog &lt;/a&gt;see in the month of January)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034194834210788687-8182407667744500152?l=morefheideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/feeds/8182407667744500152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5034194834210788687&amp;postID=8182407667744500152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/8182407667744500152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/8182407667744500152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/2007/10/prayer-train.html' title='The Prayer Train'/><author><name>Tiffany -- the mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449871696761030450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_unpjYiJnni8/SE0fQW2lRMI/AAAAAAAABCM/uq7rMdcZNQA/S220/Aunt+Gails,+Gma+Shirley%27s+096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/RyDVboV3RoI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8Qnbr57gKQI/s72-c/prayer+train1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034194834210788687.post-1198025106433091066</id><published>2007-10-23T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T10:54:09.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plan of salvation'/><title type='text'>Plan of Salvation Lesson</title><content type='html'>So we had an FHE on the Plan of Salvation, two weeks ago and my mom said, "isn't she too young for that?" I in turn told her that I thought that it's never too early to tell her that she wants to go live with Heavenly Father in the Sun, Celestial Kingdom. She really enjoyed that we use the pieces like a puzzle and of course she loved that there was a sun, moon, and star. I have the chart hanging on the wall in the house and she says to me "live in the sun" I always say thats right Annabella we want to live in the sun with Heavenly Father. I saw this lesson on line at about.com. Here is the link to the lesson that I used, &lt;a href="http://lds.about.com/cs/primary/a/st_planofsalv.htm"&gt;Rachel Woods-lds.about.com&lt;/a&gt; . There are a few options like do you want it in color or black and white you know things like that . I used the plan of salvation:color and the plan of salvation chart (visual aid). Of course I loved the visual aids and enjoyed laminating them so we can keep them for a long time and also Annabella can't tear the paper right away and she enjoys playing with the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/Rx3oR81rG6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/lQo7zomtWMo/s1600-h/planofsalvation_sm.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124507346104163234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/Rx3oR81rG6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/lQo7zomtWMo/s200/planofsalvation_sm.gif" 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/5034194834210788687-1198025106433091066?l=morefheideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/feeds/1198025106433091066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5034194834210788687&amp;postID=1198025106433091066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/1198025106433091066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/1198025106433091066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/2007/10/plan-of-salvation-lesson.html' title='Plan of Salvation Lesson'/><author><name>Tiffany -- the mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449871696761030450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_unpjYiJnni8/SE0fQW2lRMI/AAAAAAAABCM/uq7rMdcZNQA/S220/Aunt+Gails,+Gma+Shirley%27s+096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/Rx3oR81rG6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/lQo7zomtWMo/s72-c/planofsalvation_sm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034194834210788687.post-412984215293416325</id><published>2007-10-22T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T04:18:45.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family History'/><title type='text'>Keeping a Family History</title><content type='html'>I know like most of us we want to keep a family history and well we don't. Not because we don't want to but because we are so busy in life that things fall into the cracks. My sister gave me this book Called Family Fun Ideas for Family Home Evening vol.1 and in it was this great lesson about keeping a Family History and/or a Family Journal. They had an example of a Family newsletter that would act as your family home evening conducting sheet as well as a family history. So I took this idea and expanded on the news letter idea and added what I wanted for my family as well as a back side to the newsletter. The lesson also talked about everyone in the family filling it out so that they can express there views on the family happenings, as well as keeping a record of their handwriting. I was really excited about this because some of the advise that we get in the church is to keep a record of your family home evenings, like taking minutes, and recording your lessons. Well this is perfect for my family. Every FHE now we are talking about our activities for the week as well as recording them and we are talking about family goals as well as having a lesson. I am going to attach a picture of the newsletter that I designed for our family. I am eventually going to take the pages and have Kinko's or some place bind the pages and make books. I hope that my children will love this when they get older and love the memories that we record. I also hope that we as a family keep this great tool going for years. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/Rxyg_c1rG4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/3qHH0XsjKU8/s1600-h/newsletterfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124147487974300546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/Rxyg_c1rG4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/3qHH0XsjKU8/s200/newsletterfront.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/RxyhIM1rG5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/jwf-of_WT0E/s1600-h/newsletterback.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034194834210788687-412984215293416325?l=morefheideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/feeds/412984215293416325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5034194834210788687&amp;postID=412984215293416325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/412984215293416325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/412984215293416325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/2007/10/keeping-family-history.html' title='Keeping a Family History'/><author><name>Tiffany -- the mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449871696761030450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_unpjYiJnni8/SE0fQW2lRMI/AAAAAAAABCM/uq7rMdcZNQA/S220/Aunt+Gails,+Gma+Shirley%27s+096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_unpjYiJnni8/Rxyg_c1rG4I/AAAAAAAAAOM/3qHH0XsjKU8/s72-c/newsletterfront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5034194834210788687.post-5860360514494864585</id><published>2007-10-18T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T06:20:22.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Family Home Evening Ideas</title><content type='html'>Well I have decided that I want to share my Family Home Evening ideas and lessons, as well as visual aids. Now I am not taking credit for the lessons, I will post where I got the lessons from if I can. I just wanted to share the things that are working for my family right now. I hope that some of these things will help your families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5034194834210788687-5860360514494864585?l=morefheideas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/feeds/5860360514494864585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5034194834210788687&amp;postID=5860360514494864585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/5860360514494864585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5034194834210788687/posts/default/5860360514494864585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morefheideas.blogspot.com/2007/10/more-family-home-evening-ideas.html' title='More Family Home Evening Ideas'/><author><name>Tiffany -- the mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14449871696761030450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_unpjYiJnni8/SE0fQW2lRMI/AAAAAAAABCM/uq7rMdcZNQA/S220/Aunt+Gails,+Gma+Shirley%27s+096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
