I love being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I joined back in 1964 after a long struggle with faith. I had loved the Savior ever since I could remember, but the church of my youth deserted me as it moved into the intellect movement of the 60's. Without spiritual guidance, I fell away. The Lord distinguished between the words of my mouth and the longing of my heart. He knew that I wanted to believe and so he sent a young woman who told me the story of the Restored Gospel. She bore her testimony of Jesus Christ and promised me that I could know for myself and have my own testimony.

Now forty-six years later I can only thank her from the bottom of my heart for introducing me to the church. Indeed I do have my own testimony. I know that Joseph Smith was a prophet, called to restore Christ's church to the earth. We have a prophet today who leads and guides us. I am so grateful for Latter-day scriptures that bear testimony of Jesus Christ. The Book of Mormon is the Word of God. It stands as another witness of the Savior and it's truths have touched my life in very personal ways.

I hope that my poetry reflects the growth of my testimony and my love for Jesus Christ.

Grief

Perhaps you, too, have had the experience of thinking that you were finally healed of some great trauma in your life, only to have raw feelings emerge, triggered by something someone said or did, or by nothing at all.  Grief is like that.  

Healing is a long process of learning to live in spite of life's tragedies.   The healing of grief is not like the healing of a wound where the wound can heal and is gone forever.  The event that triggers grief is never gone.  There remains within us an experience that deepens our soul and allows us to fully understand the sorrow that is a part of life.  For good reason, those feelings remain, so that we can be more compassionate human beings.  And so they can rise to the surface when needed such as when another is suffering and needs to know that we indeed do understand.  But sometimes they just rise to the surface . . .



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