tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59326866660589415552024-03-12T19:42:53.142-07:00Heidi's LIfeHeidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-17501252864094589872010-10-22T20:14:00.000-07:002010-10-22T20:42:28.874-07:00reflections<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy34gDsu-2sQDAl6Rp7Gf62Mtw8K1ZRL5o2rcLhuMVY3ib2kQnYpLg8NhSqS0kw-hTsZqk81ojojpzpg-IH5orxPZKTB4Z0g61RNxTLsURybQdQ_tEpfq8Qs_WLjQeHN-vOEVYQP3_Wbg/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy34gDsu-2sQDAl6Rp7Gf62Mtw8K1ZRL5o2rcLhuMVY3ib2kQnYpLg8NhSqS0kw-hTsZqk81ojojpzpg-IH5orxPZKTB4Z0g61RNxTLsURybQdQ_tEpfq8Qs_WLjQeHN-vOEVYQP3_Wbg/s400/IMG_0476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531081795310628082" /></a><br />In this photograph you can see the reflection of Mt. Timpanogos in a small pond near Utah Lake. I love reflections. They are not the actual object themselves, but the object is able to reflect off other surfaces their image. Isn't it interesting that the vast Timpanogos mountain can be reflected in such a small pond? So it is with Jesus Christ. His greatness and glory is so many times reflected in small and simple ways through those around us. I see Christ's reflection in the smile of a child, in the tears of the suffering, in an aged couple holding hands, in the sleepless eyes of a young mother, in the quiet prayer of troubled teenager, in one who is willing to stop and listen, in the tenderness of a loving brother. Yes, the way we see Christ is by looking for His reflection in others.Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-12947370870416051222010-10-20T20:04:00.000-07:002010-10-20T20:12:14.716-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgv3JEgG8bu3TOPIj9vPFLeoG6FrgmYyQAC4rFyUT9mwSgMnnRG48NLOpccfHXEBbbQUXPHQk9_Vp7mQKdKQXQpGWCeQOhyjescCB_FAevCMBVZOICDEmq9D-mClZ_RjjqhiRv0MflKs/s1600/IMG_0428.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgv3JEgG8bu3TOPIj9vPFLeoG6FrgmYyQAC4rFyUT9mwSgMnnRG48NLOpccfHXEBbbQUXPHQk9_Vp7mQKdKQXQpGWCeQOhyjescCB_FAevCMBVZOICDEmq9D-mClZ_RjjqhiRv0MflKs/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530331716718727554" /></a><br />Utah lake was once a dump for waste and garbage. It was smelly and avoided. It has transpired through time into a beautiful lake which many people now enjoy. I took this picture this past week at sunset. It is a reminder to me that time is a great healer.Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-66839799525769898162010-10-20T19:38:00.000-07:002010-10-20T20:15:41.266-07:00Larry the caterpillar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvt1QqJmwHAf_707tgprnqGXwkh_a0wlsY1D_JAdw420dQjxSx1bgASbNQKLrcmkpT6-YEKeIu868fCwoboT-09is31cVZ57iIjGl1SZQgH4OwEnhoxYbhv8vCe51JxLiys_tfIGIsbrk/s1600/IMG_8501.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvt1QqJmwHAf_707tgprnqGXwkh_a0wlsY1D_JAdw420dQjxSx1bgASbNQKLrcmkpT6-YEKeIu868fCwoboT-09is31cVZ57iIjGl1SZQgH4OwEnhoxYbhv8vCe51JxLiys_tfIGIsbrk/s320/IMG_8501.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530329706090349186"></a><br />After years of consenting to pets and then remembering just why we tend to get rid of them a few months later, we stumbled upon Larry. A friend brought by a milkweed with a tiny brown speck on it. She told us that it was a caterpillar and gave us instructions to make sure it always had fresh milkweed and told us to have fun watching it grow. Larry was difficult to see at first without a magnifying glass, but within weeks he grew into a plump caterpillar. Every morning the kids would go check on Larry and see how he had grown in the night. The thrilling part was watching him go through the metamorphic state and transpire into a butterfly. It was miraculous! We loved Larry. It was fascinating to watch the process of a little speck on a weed turning into a magnificent butterfly who could fly and see the world. As I thought about this I realized how much we are like Larry ... just little specks on this earth with a very limited vision. But God sees more. He can take us and turn us into something beautiful. He can help us spread our wings and enable us to fly. Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-3695761945961336982010-07-22T06:46:00.000-07:002010-07-22T07:06:07.441-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3075rcwj3GoeidatfrvPU1Szkfb8H92MRnZFykS0y4dbRuNDlM-yjng1vZb7259gbRq6ztbnh2Mh9EFpj0wEsmS7I2um18P2QDs9u_mLg-tTHMhRDLlhk3C4hiUF2kCvh88b5avhhCI/s1600/IMG_8467.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3075rcwj3GoeidatfrvPU1Szkfb8H92MRnZFykS0y4dbRuNDlM-yjng1vZb7259gbRq6ztbnh2Mh9EFpj0wEsmS7I2um18P2QDs9u_mLg-tTHMhRDLlhk3C4hiUF2kCvh88b5avhhCI/s320/IMG_8467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496731600107352962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeUe-WQZKwO23H-PXbBCe7H25excQznT_Q8V8fxTjx7tr0MK4Y8e8suZiDVt-nTXAYEKTQv7sH_UvXlf0IutnkmkxHYDyYKJEMtfmgbL25BsDKUSWHJCGRTH4ui3XcYx2xmwW5wB9oDfE/s1600/CRW_8437.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeUe-WQZKwO23H-PXbBCe7H25excQznT_Q8V8fxTjx7tr0MK4Y8e8suZiDVt-nTXAYEKTQv7sH_UvXlf0IutnkmkxHYDyYKJEMtfmgbL25BsDKUSWHJCGRTH4ui3XcYx2xmwW5wB9oDfE/s320/CRW_8437.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496730081708916610" /></a><br />Thursday is hiking day! We load the backpacks with water bottles and snacks and head out to explore a new trail. It has been my favorite part of the summer. In a sense we are "running away" for a couple of hours. Running away from the telephone ringing, and friends knocking on the door, and even running away from our daily work for a while. It is so refreshing. Once we get to the trail head it is just me and my children. We get to talk and laugh and feel God's presence through nature. Because I have seven children ranging from 2-15 years old we have decided that the destination in the hike is not what matters. We have been enjoying the journey. Normally I will look at my watch and decide how much time we have for hiking that day. We hike for that long, and if the kids want to pick up every rock, smell every flower and sit under every shade tree, then that is what we do. When the time is up we turn around and head back home. There is no rush to reach a final destination, no urging and begging to please keep moving. Just a pleasure in enjoying the journey. I hope to always make it a priority to enjoy the journey in life. <div><br /></div><div>These pictures were taken on our hike this week up "Rock Canyon" in Provo, Ut.</div>Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-48134544368363055022010-07-19T00:01:00.001-07:002010-07-19T00:12:31.048-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgggAVCe6rx3gqSlsjarFBs8CPJc6U0oS9S-R_KH4WzPnZKvHLKFTPJqZqKJbFZWcxmYQ9B83egy8o_CVIxTWnubHWHa-FgRpeoSEH9TK1r11ypOV7RXww_i4GH1CPaccwKwaEbSS3pj0M/s1600/Pictures+7-15-2002+030.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgggAVCe6rx3gqSlsjarFBs8CPJc6U0oS9S-R_KH4WzPnZKvHLKFTPJqZqKJbFZWcxmYQ9B83egy8o_CVIxTWnubHWHa-FgRpeoSEH9TK1r11ypOV7RXww_i4GH1CPaccwKwaEbSS3pj0M/s320/Pictures+7-15-2002+030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495510856490070082" /></a><br />A few years ago we had a bird feeder hanging outside our kitchen window. We would put sunflower seeds in it and watch the birds come and enjoy themselves. The children absolutely loved it and we would spend hours watching the birds come and go. Just below the bird feeder was a flower bed. We spent years trying to get things to grow there, but to no avail. It was always in the heat of the sun and everything we planted there scorched and ended up dying. The year we put out the bird feeder, we had something incredible happen. That summer we had a beautiful flower bed full of sunflowers grow... to our utter surprise. We were delighted and enjoyed watching those sunflowers flourish in the heat of the sun. We now have a saying in our family: "Bloom where you are planted",... even if it is in the heat of the sun!Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-23712274999819304282010-07-18T23:56:00.001-07:002010-07-19T00:01:04.062-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGxuOb5wSFQo10C2SpE_emqenkjQu2OQ70yBD76yxeEBVhl2fbonSQqcSaaqVlteZ0e5h76GPjerGFmrU9xHYRVbshSbiFFXzeM3r46LjK8st4s618OBDgUV4n7Xwtk4TcWBCcfVWoLSY/s1600/Picture+018.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGxuOb5wSFQo10C2SpE_emqenkjQu2OQ70yBD76yxeEBVhl2fbonSQqcSaaqVlteZ0e5h76GPjerGFmrU9xHYRVbshSbiFFXzeM3r46LjK8st4s618OBDgUV4n7Xwtk4TcWBCcfVWoLSY/s320/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495508822603489122" /></a><br />Many cherished memories have been made in this little cabin near Strawberry reservoir. I am not much of a camper, however I do love going to the cabin. My parents took their inheritance money from my Grandpa Kerksiek after he passed away and made something magical with it. My dad along with his sons and son-in-laws built this cabin. This cabin is magical to me. It was an investment that has had incredible returns in memories that we all cherish. I am sure that Grandpa Kerksiek couldn't be more pleased. He loved the outdoors and I have beautiful memories camping with my grandpa Kerksiek.Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-32586553902543038882010-07-18T23:52:00.000-07:002010-07-18T23:55:57.556-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu6oBUF2kc1BK_aYqgEH_9npTPZyo_VwSXvGubMKENsac6T4G5lTXdnOaW782uEWVqYrt8hA5dIXBAi9SpG1XTVqLjshTvHzswJdKyZqsZpz5N4NnMhMycgXb8m-KoZdiJ1ufE5UNYPkw/s1600/Pictures+010.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu6oBUF2kc1BK_aYqgEH_9npTPZyo_VwSXvGubMKENsac6T4G5lTXdnOaW782uEWVqYrt8hA5dIXBAi9SpG1XTVqLjshTvHzswJdKyZqsZpz5N4NnMhMycgXb8m-KoZdiJ1ufE5UNYPkw/s320/Pictures+010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495507493061956930" /></a><br />We took our children one year to the "Hot air Balloon Launch" for the 4th of July celebrations in Provo, Utah. It was breathtaking to see all of those balloons lifting off into the air. It is amazing that those large balloons are lifted simply by hot air. I believe that through the "heat" in our own lives we are raised to new heights.Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-14268412227903273842010-07-18T23:42:00.003-07:002010-07-18T23:51:56.181-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWeUcPCXguZAfpIc9PcV3VUxxtnsW55YTLEWnnyRI4YJycqUiwDTLZupRh0VUsDAU5Rt37xOqpu9dA7BFZxmiJUkCTfYpzmrcWN211cSt-IyAPxAyAW7i8fLisngJ_UEirKYaW7CujmXY/s1600/DSC00862.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWeUcPCXguZAfpIc9PcV3VUxxtnsW55YTLEWnnyRI4YJycqUiwDTLZupRh0VUsDAU5Rt37xOqpu9dA7BFZxmiJUkCTfYpzmrcWN211cSt-IyAPxAyAW7i8fLisngJ_UEirKYaW7CujmXY/s320/DSC00862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495506457283693442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinfdpog3ZbaQ019ftI8RQ4aA_ocgNjqi3Mj-_UAn2klB6kHEXIdrm8iLpH9MpqOzXH5GuFwhIXdpuFO3n7-M3pZdX_VQbFr8mOv1-4of2mXdLFMIaisalU1p5csf2n_5mEAx6i1oYmeAs/s1600/DSC01096.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinfdpog3ZbaQ019ftI8RQ4aA_ocgNjqi3Mj-_UAn2klB6kHEXIdrm8iLpH9MpqOzXH5GuFwhIXdpuFO3n7-M3pZdX_VQbFr8mOv1-4of2mXdLFMIaisalU1p5csf2n_5mEAx6i1oYmeAs/s320/DSC01096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495506319829167730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CzDC8rNe6f3RTyc_k8mNfFRf1IARc7C7KkHqF-LlR49loNhmaN5nk1EuLhfClT3vbdLWWR4j_raKtCLDR8XnVmIehOAXbcPcOOeAMMXTK8LnhJaUEPtsmTuG0s-2qxwQZ1D7D9G3BaA/s1600/DSC01100.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1CzDC8rNe6f3RTyc_k8mNfFRf1IARc7C7KkHqF-LlR49loNhmaN5nk1EuLhfClT3vbdLWWR4j_raKtCLDR8XnVmIehOAXbcPcOOeAMMXTK8LnhJaUEPtsmTuG0s-2qxwQZ1D7D9G3BaA/s320/DSC01100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495506179502451058" /></a><br />Here are a few pictures I took of the Mount Timpanogas Temple. Our family always sings the song, "I love to see the Temple" every time we drive past it. It is a symbol to us that God lives and that he loves us. I am so grateful that Christ made it possible for families to be forever. One picture of the temple has the temple off to the left and an American flag off to the right. I loved this view as I came across it. It showed me that freedom is a gift from God. I believe that God is the head of everything that contributes to freedom.Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-51782483072996528772010-07-18T23:42:00.001-07:002010-07-18T23:42:55.277-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg89nxiXE4vm3HvuGE1T-H0SmQgNmLQSSIgLchIOO8-elC_cVhz1b6qqKKfvzKyrSXfPfg5c3sOi_q6wWo91HUfhj0hmpBpiwYsWcfKJ7Dudd4BEVmVcDXHE7cw7NGg70dmvhacszIxvZk/s1600/Pictures+054_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg89nxiXE4vm3HvuGE1T-H0SmQgNmLQSSIgLchIOO8-elC_cVhz1b6qqKKfvzKyrSXfPfg5c3sOi_q6wWo91HUfhj0hmpBpiwYsWcfKJ7Dudd4BEVmVcDXHE7cw7NGg70dmvhacszIxvZk/s320/Pictures+054_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495504144685059522" /></a>Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-36539886771596507932010-07-18T23:38:00.000-07:002010-07-18T23:42:03.116-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnBI8ZKoVhcG2O0BwHdD5D2rcv7Fh9wjmNrgOL0txj9521sDN0szX332bSl6w4Z3WAi_Q-0VqlthlJj_ly14eUiZb5ABitIJbMDAcJFCzjiv6J_r3SHdMmJLfxwXlUkmbm2k5WpGl6fVM/s1600/Pictures+044_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnBI8ZKoVhcG2O0BwHdD5D2rcv7Fh9wjmNrgOL0txj9521sDN0szX332bSl6w4Z3WAi_Q-0VqlthlJj_ly14eUiZb5ABitIJbMDAcJFCzjiv6J_r3SHdMmJLfxwXlUkmbm2k5WpGl6fVM/s320/Pictures+044_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495503929399698482" /></a><br />I have may fond memories sitting in the kitchen of my Grandma and Grandpa "Schatzli's" home. We spent hours playing games around their small kitchen table. They always liked the temperature nice and toasty. They heated their home with a wood burning stove which was right next to their kitchen table. This is a picture of their wood burning stove. The other picture is a sign my grandpa had taped up to his fridge. He taught us all to be healthy, and he believed that food coloring caused cancer. This is a sign that we all remember! Thanks grandpa!Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-14979511463819064812010-07-18T23:31:00.000-07:002010-07-18T23:32:51.418-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwQFfpHJ7SVYF2F16h2EcjOXnr3kIk4VkSGIIdkrPJNZQo_yblzuYTAwMbWTYlItAR5ylA0SKebqIaPjBxptZQP5oJ-l7je36cpeHOHOicEOvJZ8WYk9cY5fa2uSQ0HSiBGhjaQEalAsM/s1600/Picture+023.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwQFfpHJ7SVYF2F16h2EcjOXnr3kIk4VkSGIIdkrPJNZQo_yblzuYTAwMbWTYlItAR5ylA0SKebqIaPjBxptZQP5oJ-l7je36cpeHOHOicEOvJZ8WYk9cY5fa2uSQ0HSiBGhjaQEalAsM/s320/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495501520649253682" /></a><br />Ryan actually took this day my brother Matt was married. The Salt Lake Temple has a special place in our hearts.Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-18845907877007301122010-07-18T23:28:00.000-07:002010-07-18T23:31:04.577-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUwdgzXnf92Uh6Zu9W0MsYv7oY7iSeJO3AS9MCuAfU0UkCOqIOqRX9C9qFhIpVNc-qcMf71NsMc5lKg1y-ZWDBXcU1lnK6xcO9-Uz6gMW11Bccz9OyZ9-FNcE2q3VfVWrGdlwLNxOo26E/s1600/Pictures+002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUwdgzXnf92Uh6Zu9W0MsYv7oY7iSeJO3AS9MCuAfU0UkCOqIOqRX9C9qFhIpVNc-qcMf71NsMc5lKg1y-ZWDBXcU1lnK6xcO9-Uz6gMW11Bccz9OyZ9-FNcE2q3VfVWrGdlwLNxOo26E/s320/Pictures+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495501099974861426" /></a><br />I love this picture. I took it of my son Callen. It reminds me to LIVE! Children aren't afraid to get in and get dirty to experience life. It reminds me to do the same.Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-59478978643600154872010-07-18T23:21:00.000-07:002010-07-18T23:28:33.800-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXrbkYKU7vN-qCBQmkuyj11FZItPDycyvGi7V4v402EjPpw72ugYqoiw_SsyoccybUEe5PwALv7IVN_bOUwWYd1XvQec8RKgUhzOP4LxUDbg_eEnKSnRliwdNnRlCz_vXz0TXPpj9X0D4/s1600/DSC00623.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXrbkYKU7vN-qCBQmkuyj11FZItPDycyvGi7V4v402EjPpw72ugYqoiw_SsyoccybUEe5PwALv7IVN_bOUwWYd1XvQec8RKgUhzOP4LxUDbg_eEnKSnRliwdNnRlCz_vXz0TXPpj9X0D4/s320/DSC00623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495500440605907378" /></a><br />Ryan and I were married in the Salt Lake Temple in April 1994. The tulips were a brilliant red, yellow and orange the day we were married. Since then, we try to go the "tulip festival" at Thanksgiving point around our anniversary. It is a beautiful reminder of the day we were married and the vibrant tulips that day. We took this picture of the tulips at Thanksgiving Point because the color reminded us of the tulips the day we were married.Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-25103278676385343912010-07-18T23:16:00.000-07:002010-07-18T23:21:37.309-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcRp5lAI4_nUb4Kop3nBp9ZSblshGPQpZeggC8L1YN6Ca8I7vwbubrU4dPEx1J_7V-O3v2y1woQURAIZJx6VCgmWD83tsYd4C8_CC198mQsqKeK6RcmSInPAXkiRa5D_aeAXAGWaxKjR4/s1600/July+2006+018.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcRp5lAI4_nUb4Kop3nBp9ZSblshGPQpZeggC8L1YN6Ca8I7vwbubrU4dPEx1J_7V-O3v2y1woQURAIZJx6VCgmWD83tsYd4C8_CC198mQsqKeK6RcmSInPAXkiRa5D_aeAXAGWaxKjR4/s320/July+2006+018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495498521688078098" /></a><br />Fall is one of my favorite seasons. I took this picture on a day that my children were out on the roadside selling a wagon full of pumpkins. Grandma and Grandpa Gunther had a plentiful harvest and let the children sell their pumpkins to earn a little money. As I looked in the wagon and saw the plentiful harvest and the beautiful colors of fall displayed, it reminded me of blessings abundant.Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-89661655954581917872010-07-18T23:11:00.001-07:002010-07-18T23:16:16.123-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33rUvYcmsdl_-lok1JATXliMgy7q9H8Vdyf38jqQym9XBKzu0nyReLr9zK5OcEXhAWIeIuhuKnqiaapfHjlekcl9r0jH_Yg44eJ9i3PrH4HZPsn8FDl1osn-pRLEsUwvW9FRrkxxGJKE/s1600/s41218ca101762_24_1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33rUvYcmsdl_-lok1JATXliMgy7q9H8Vdyf38jqQym9XBKzu0nyReLr9zK5OcEXhAWIeIuhuKnqiaapfHjlekcl9r0jH_Yg44eJ9i3PrH4HZPsn8FDl1osn-pRLEsUwvW9FRrkxxGJKE/s320/s41218ca101762_24_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495497217624292834" /></a><br />This is one picture that I didn't take myself, but it is of me and it says everything that my soul feels. This is of my last child Tate. He was premature and was on life support after he was born. After a month and a half of the intensive care unit I got to bring him home. I rejoiced in his soft skin, his smell, and savored every moment I got to hold him in my arms. Those days are all too fleeting, and I am grateful to God for the treasure of a baby.Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-19297013258749987882010-07-18T23:07:00.000-07:002010-07-18T23:11:04.127-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQiXM4tZsWy6kM4D6hiHCCijabE9FTtkhzfjRRV8ERYnexzBFLhyphenhyphenm1LCgy-gxxefEndfZ-z6HqaYSMbr18aqPhdrkjI5gdrRWpzJGZ9SJb7zQrXK33VBFkM01jA33b9IHJogjG3oIvrsU/s1600/halloween,tractor+015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQiXM4tZsWy6kM4D6hiHCCijabE9FTtkhzfjRRV8ERYnexzBFLhyphenhyphenm1LCgy-gxxefEndfZ-z6HqaYSMbr18aqPhdrkjI5gdrRWpzJGZ9SJb7zQrXK33VBFkM01jA33b9IHJogjG3oIvrsU/s320/halloween,tractor+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495495905133664306" /></a><br />Ryan has worked on tractors for years. This tractor he and his dad bought and fixed up. His dad bought it and Ryan did all the fixing up, even down to the beautiful paint job. I love this picture because it reminds me to always be looking forward. There is much work ahead to do!Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-46804373749542462192010-07-18T23:03:00.000-07:002010-07-18T23:06:31.782-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcRUP0ryf65-Hnl5GQnPKG1e5j9R4nTQepYg4jiDqM1HkbnG6Ot-sY5ZL7uZIGegeGpnOWP7HYEXzjfSs4y5GX3SWJ1UUxX-QsFCH3Fw3dw_4O0zw8Kyu0j1EsEIzeca66zmrVYnILeNc/s1600/Picture+078.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcRUP0ryf65-Hnl5GQnPKG1e5j9R4nTQepYg4jiDqM1HkbnG6Ot-sY5ZL7uZIGegeGpnOWP7HYEXzjfSs4y5GX3SWJ1UUxX-QsFCH3Fw3dw_4O0zw8Kyu0j1EsEIzeca66zmrVYnILeNc/s320/Picture+078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495494646342249698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhkFytCVwzx7NuBZr6g3cAJz-y2Ovh0tRKIAF-_S2BqiDmqe8lWge13zyzfdsGBhpxGXqyjyIcSfzpc83i7zYFo7wDBXOMAspXbwq0rXs7hpwsdny2LvD8ircZrd6ZrQPMXWo7y08qWvY/s1600/Picture+020.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhkFytCVwzx7NuBZr6g3cAJz-y2Ovh0tRKIAF-_S2BqiDmqe8lWge13zyzfdsGBhpxGXqyjyIcSfzpc83i7zYFo7wDBXOMAspXbwq0rXs7hpwsdny2LvD8ircZrd6ZrQPMXWo7y08qWvY/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495494481894542946" /></a><br />More breathtaking photographs of Switzerland! Ryan and I especially loved the flower boxes on every window.Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-89243446960571158452010-07-18T23:00:00.000-07:002010-07-18T23:03:01.507-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibiABvcxWBVT-HXu_3jZEpQWurjjQM8VwHS59wH01PwO9Dz6KSyq-NXW7lx7EgNZ18MiMzVym-jhkEFxeHFvY8qOIEitVOVVsjzmle0P5bqFMqQGUiRnBN5Gw-DFripD7co0WzZjOwFQs/s1600/Picture+044.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibiABvcxWBVT-HXu_3jZEpQWurjjQM8VwHS59wH01PwO9Dz6KSyq-NXW7lx7EgNZ18MiMzVym-jhkEFxeHFvY8qOIEitVOVVsjzmle0P5bqFMqQGUiRnBN5Gw-DFripD7co0WzZjOwFQs/s320/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495493828626374290" /></a><br />Ryan and I went on a fabulous trip to Switzerland with my parents. It was incredible to see the birth place of my father, Albert Schellenberg. This is the home he was born in.Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-31582452711426708392010-07-18T18:43:00.001-07:002010-07-18T18:45:23.972-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc4aYbEQr44JgJ1I65zdSfG1MF3WrWPKPo_2tL127_rcVj9fAEr4dbvpqADkzAVxTIBAPk1DWXNEvLmyyY6w037SMVb3Zmmd-gCqx0ddqPtkN6CIw5mjJYoP86S57LaG6NEUa64_gjajE/s1600/DSC00352.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc4aYbEQr44JgJ1I65zdSfG1MF3WrWPKPo_2tL127_rcVj9fAEr4dbvpqADkzAVxTIBAPk1DWXNEvLmyyY6w037SMVb3Zmmd-gCqx0ddqPtkN6CIw5mjJYoP86S57LaG6NEUa64_gjajE/s320/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495427451778599010" /></a><br />Ryan is the love of my life. I often find little "love notes" from him in unexpected places.Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-26887523022321060462010-07-18T18:35:00.001-07:002010-07-18T22:13:37.733-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrHESF25VJ52z7GY61LVHjNMi9QLuR3P7coRb7KzSAI6P-XHf58zi0GSq62OX9WvkwmlXMZmJ_HWsSGgiGzfkiqQENbp8ftWxtXDPLibnjdWdr2FGcinALbL6MgTtAm7OBWA5I6RmLm8g/s1600/DSC02109.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrHESF25VJ52z7GY61LVHjNMi9QLuR3P7coRb7KzSAI6P-XHf58zi0GSq62OX9WvkwmlXMZmJ_HWsSGgiGzfkiqQENbp8ftWxtXDPLibnjdWdr2FGcinALbL6MgTtAm7OBWA5I6RmLm8g/s320/DSC02109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495426587880827874" /></a><br />A trip I will never forget! A 10 mile hike in to Havasupai falls with my two oldest sons Benson and Luke. We enjoyed quite an adventure of cliff jumping, swimming, and cave exploring. A fond memory, I will always cherish. After the 10 mile hike out with our large packs, we arrived at the parking lot at 3:00 am. The hike was much longer and more strenuous than we anticipated. I felt utter exhaustion and could barely put one foot in front of the other. As we reached our destination Luke and I sat on a guard rail, overlooking the vast canyon we had just hiked up through the middle of the night. We put our arms around each other and let the tears of fatigue and accomplishment roll down our cheeks - a moment in time I will always hold dear to my heart.Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-55409748478102720742010-07-18T18:23:00.000-07:002010-07-18T18:27:43.426-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigO7ME79wEA4K3oqVtTuQmum9a_Z6HKGgb02wVdW4u4kH_tPaQuEhqMudl1ha9WyPVvCGCGcCFTJweupB8PIzI2eI-AnfVqPfjhTK7ThfREBIDhrgn8Nior5dTcwngKbC1QWrQCItaePg/s1600/IMG_5832_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigO7ME79wEA4K3oqVtTuQmum9a_Z6HKGgb02wVdW4u4kH_tPaQuEhqMudl1ha9WyPVvCGCGcCFTJweupB8PIzI2eI-AnfVqPfjhTK7ThfREBIDhrgn8Nior5dTcwngKbC1QWrQCItaePg/s320/IMG_5832_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495422928937111458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGq7r3RhCcqSkep3xLmx5i6HNUXsDuPFJtF9PRKydZeI23vtineBnn6xvpraN2q-RV823e7l8Ygblj1XIyWwRN6GxHjaPnRpJms2tZl3SK8Lq_xoHPoXO5sztfwm6KQtzyXMJweVh_Zcs/s1600/DSC01864.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGq7r3RhCcqSkep3xLmx5i6HNUXsDuPFJtF9PRKydZeI23vtineBnn6xvpraN2q-RV823e7l8Ygblj1XIyWwRN6GxHjaPnRpJms2tZl3SK8Lq_xoHPoXO5sztfwm6KQtzyXMJweVh_Zcs/s320/DSC01864.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495422683927260306" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKkV3h0RwJ6I_V0bOqQs8BGP0VZ7WNUJBr41TWziEtZD4mTUubu5-leREA-lscSdAh1t3dts0L9TFbyrbkoq1lme9x7YMYKY3BpDLRSy9utJF4zaG0wUHVtRhLx4waoCttW-evSY4k-o/s1600/IMG_5825.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKkV3h0RwJ6I_V0bOqQs8BGP0VZ7WNUJBr41TWziEtZD4mTUubu5-leREA-lscSdAh1t3dts0L9TFbyrbkoq1lme9x7YMYKY3BpDLRSy9utJF4zaG0wUHVtRhLx4waoCttW-evSY4k-o/s320/IMG_5825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495422333673204274" /></a><br />Sometimes the greatest view is the one out the back door. These winter pictures are taken from my backyard. I hope to always savor those beautiful winter days!Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932686666058941555.post-71005390314439672222010-07-16T17:38:00.000-07:002010-07-16T17:44:48.546-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy5FfIqDX2exoQLhB4aJuqGcEk9TwZKrZNNtkRtTC9YShCT4xyfrtXt0klSebq-YOJiv9_EttOpKmZZvDjuPCRA7VTIIa7RfbT-rTO0qu2e4xK0yGKcjAL91RZMN-SDWeuU6g6kRYb0fg/s1600/CRW_8334.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy5FfIqDX2exoQLhB4aJuqGcEk9TwZKrZNNtkRtTC9YShCT4xyfrtXt0klSebq-YOJiv9_EttOpKmZZvDjuPCRA7VTIIa7RfbT-rTO0qu2e4xK0yGKcjAL91RZMN-SDWeuU6g6kRYb0fg/s320/CRW_8334.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494669191023838898" /></a><br /><a href="http://heidigunther.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-has-way-getting-all-muffled-and.html?spref=bl">Heidi's LIfe: </a>Life has a way of getting so cluttered and busy. However, when I see a beautiful sunset I am reminded that it is the simple things in life that bring the greatest joys!Heidi Guntherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14681693030470990101noreply@blogger.com