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.


Have you ever had a child who followed you around the house asking questions all day long?  Then you know what it feels like.  I wonder at times if I am not like those children with all the questions I pose to Heavenly Father.  I believe He will be more patient than I was with my children.  My simple "Because" was not a very satisfying answer.  I actually imagine that heaven will be like a college campus and we will sign up for class after class where all our questions will be answered.  I would like that very much.  I have so very many questions in the little box on my shelf where I put them so that I do not waste my time worrying about things for which there are no present answers.

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