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I grew up in a small town in Arizona. I learned to love everything outdoors at that time. I met and married my best friend my 2nd year of college. We were young, but after almost 19 years he's still my best friend and love of my life. We have four beautiful children whom we have homeschooled the last 6 years. My husband is active duty Air Force as a general surgeon. At this time he is finishing up his residency. It's been a rough ride, but it's made our entire family stronger. I love this country I live in, reading, playing the piano, camping, chocolate, cycling, anything outside, decorating, trying new things, dancing, spending time with my kiddos, family activities, travelling, historical architecture, listening to good music, staying in touch with friends on facebook, serving, working with cub scouts, laughing, classic movies and books, and learning.
I grew up in a protestant church and was very strong as a youth there. I felt that I was loved. Towards the end of my highschool years I was starting to question a few things. There just seemed to be a few things missing. My best friend was a Mormon. My family had a few problems and I wasn't always happy being at home.Each family member of mine are wonderful, just getting along with each other seemed to be a problem at the time. I'm thankful that my sisters are now my best friends. So back then, I spent a lot of time at my friend's house. The spirit that was there was always so peaceful and everyone was happy. I started listening to the missionaries and some pieces of the puzzle seemed to start being placed together. The missionaries left and I was bombarded with some information that was against the church. I read it all - and believed it. When I went up to college the following year the same missionary that was in my hometown was transferred to the town I was in. We met again and I started listening to their messages again. The frustration and confusion that had built up in the 6 months since I had last seem him seemed to slip away as I felt that peace and love again. I began to realize it was the Holy Ghost telling me I was in the right place. I had a Father in Heaven that loved me for who I was. My family wasn't supportive of the church and so I was torn on if I should join or not. After many weeks of praying and pondering about it I pleaded to Heavenly Father in a prayer of what I should do. At that moment I felt inspired to open my scriptures - it fell open to Alma 444 - at the top of the page the first line reads, "And now ye see that this is the true faith of God." That was pretty direct for me. Since making that decision 20 and a half years ago I have learned of the peace that comes from Christ alone. I have felt my Heavenly Father's love for me over and over. I have seen miracles come about by the power of the priesthood. I have seen the blessings of the temple. I have found many more answers in the Bible and the Book of Mormon. I have had prayers answered. I have been carried through the hard times and felt Heavenly Father smiling down on me in the good times. I have seen blessings of paying a full tithe. I have seen the strength of relying on Heavenly Father come about in some of the weakest of saints. I have seen blessings being poured out by following the prophet that is on the earth today. I have seen the happiness that comes to those who accept this gospel and the change it brings to them. This is the fulness of the gospel. This is the restored church of Christ on the earth. This gospel has all the missing pieces. That is why I became a Mormon and this is why I continue to stay a Mormon.
I have had the opportunity to serve in the church in the different areas I have lived. Being in the military we get to move around. At the present time I am the cubmaster of our pack. Working with the boys of that age humbles me immensely. Seeing the fun, laughter, faith and just plain life in their eyes gives me energy everytime I'm with them. I also try and just look at all those around me with Christ's eyes. The kids love taking cookies to neighbors, doing 'knock and runs' leaving treats, and just treating everyone as if they're special and important - because they are.