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.

Life in the Church

I am not an extrovert who likes to be up in front of people.  And as a child I was even more shy  around those I didn't know.  I was happy just in my own little world of me, my family, and my close friends.  A part of that remains with me still.

But life in the LDS church doesn't allow you to just stay in your comfort zone.  You will be asked to do things that you would never choose on your own.  I distinctly remember my first church assignment after joining the church.  I was asked to give a 2 1/2 minute talk during Sunday School opening exercises in front of the whole congregation.  Talk about being scared.  I was absolutely frightened by the enormity of what was being asked.

I got up in front of all of those people with my paper in my hands and could not even read it.  It was shaking too hard.  I had to set it down on the podium.  My knees were shaking, too.  

I was twenty years old then.  Fifty one years have passed and I am still being asked to do new things.  The fear is gone though.  All of these years have taught me that indeed the Lord does "qualify" us when He asks us to do something.  It becomes exciting to get a new "calling" and see what growth will come because of it.


So precious
So dear
So short
Each day a gift
Each hour and minute count.
Choose carefully
What you love,
What you do
with life.

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