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.

Covenants

As LDS people we make covenants.  Our children are baptized at age 8 because they are then old enough understand what it is to make a covenant.  Baptism is just the first of many that we make. Each draws us closer to His love and blesses our life.

Early in my faith I saw a covenant as that two-way promise with the Lord where I promised to do such and such and then He promised something in return.  It was as if my actions and promises could manipulate Him.  I have learned that is not the case at all.  Covenant making is a gift that the Lord has given to us because of what it does for us.  We need to make covenants - not Him.  And so I wrote this poem. . .


1 comment:

  1. AnonymousJune 8, 2014 at 2:07 PM

    Thank you Sister Harbertson for your beautiful poem on Covenants. It is thought-provoking, sincere, and a bright hope in today's world of chaos, stress, and challenge. Your words paint a journal of your life, and even then, you took the extra effort to make it rhyme.

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