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.

Photo Labels

After my dad died, Mom and I decided we should make sure all the old family photos were labeled.  I am so glad we did this.  But even then we were too late.  There were photos from Dad's family that had no labels and we never would know who these people were.  It was such a shame.  The particular photo in this poem picture is a favorite of mine.  I still own it because it at least helps me see what my father may have looked like as a child.  He was born in 1907 and this photo had a date: 1919.  Dad would have been close in age to these boys.  So it has some use but I feel sad each time I look at it because dad saved it so it had meaning to him.  Who are these boys?

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