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I love music. I have a tremendous passion for music. I try to immerse myself in the emotions that music conveys on a very personal level. I have always had it in my life. My dad was a fundamental part in my great love of music. All throughout my childhood there was never a choir concert, orchestra performance, musical, or piano recital that my dad wasn't in attendance. Sadly, not so long ago my dad passed away due to a debilitating cancer. It has been painful not having him here with me now but I have found him through the music that he so carefully and loving brought into my life. I feel so close to him through the inspiring music that I share with others. I have seen in my own life and the lives of others that when the words don't seem to satisfy the emotional hunger and ache within us, music is that portal to strength, comfort, understanding, joy, love, security and belonging. Music is a divine gift from God and it must be cherished and used for the sacred purposes that our Heavenly Father has prepared it for. I am one of His servants in this grand endeavor. I have seen miracles through music and I will be eternally grateful that my Heavenly Father has allowed me to participate in this beautiful art.
Well, why am I a member of the church that is a good question. I was always raised within the church so my whole life has revolved around the Savior and His gospel. Unfortunately, we tend to take for granted those special things we have in our lives simply because they seem to be in abundant supply, but one day when those things have ceased or changed, the importance of the restored gospel takes on a whole new meaning. I discovered this when I served my mission in Uruguay. I was able to finally see first hand what it is like for others without the gospel struggle through life just trying to make it to tomorrow. It was heart-wrenching to see the sore trials many faced merely because they did not have a knowledge of God's commandments nor the guided and inspiring counsel of a living prophet. But just as bitter as those experiences were, there was no greater joy than to see those who came unto Christ to learn of His infinite Atonement and be healed from their spiritual scares. It was at that point that I could measure just how much the gospel has had an impact on my life and I can say that it is truly humbling to be a member of this church. I have never found greater happiness than I have found within the church. It is the only constant thing that I have in this ever-changing world with its incoming and fading lifestyles and standards. I have come closer to my Savior over the years as I continue to keep the commandments. He has become a real person to me and I can trust in Him when I don't have the strength anymore to move on. I cannot live my life without His help because without Him, my life really has no purpose for I have been sent here to be tested and tried and to prepare myself so that one day at the final judgement, I might be found spotless before my Heavenly Father and enter back to live with Him in His kingdom. That is what I really want and that is why I am a Mormon.
There have been moments in my life when I felt entirely alone. There were moments of frustration and of great loss. I was left with very few options. And the truth is the only option that I had left was to pray to my Heavenly Father. I recall when I received the last phone call I would get from my dad before he died of cancer. I was serving as a missionary thousands of miles away from my family . I felt totally helpless and I wasn't sure what I should do. The phone call was extremely difficult to listen to as we both knew that this would be the last one. There was a lot of tears. When I heard him weep good-bye and hang up the phone, I was numb from all the shock of not getting to see and hold my dad in my arms in this life. It was a feeling I never want to have again. I poured out my soul in prayer to the Lord asking for help and strength to continue on. I prayed with all the energy I could muster pleading to Him to help me. As I finished and wiped my tear-covered face I felt this huge wave of warmth wash over me. It was peaceful and comfortable. It was the Spirit witnessing to me that I will one day be able to hug my dad again. The Lord heard my prayer and I know it with every fiber of my being. He answered my prayer and He will answer the prayer of anyone if they just get on their knees and sincerely ask for His help.
The way I live my faith is through my actions for faith without works is dead. I try every morning when I wake up to think about one thing that I can improve on for that day. And then at night I pray again to give an accounting to my Heavenly Father to tell Him how I did and how I can repent and improve on those things that I am still weak. I try to love people even though i may not know them. Sure there are times when I have crossed paths with people who to the worlds standards are of little worth or fall under the many stereotypes in our society, but that doesn't keep me from not loving them. We are all different and we act in a different ways due to the varying circumstances we live in. I try to look at things from others perspective and try to see how I can make their day a little better. I have found that money is one of the least effective things but a word of thanks or praise, a hug, or even a smile can be contagious and will change people for the better. I am so very far from perfect but i find comfort in the fact that my Savior is here to help me through my challenges and that He expects me to do the same for others, no matter how difficult the person may seem.