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.

The Puzzle

I am such a genealogist!  I am smitten with it.  I like every little tidbit that I learn about the people, places, and stories that have all combined to make me who I am today.  We like to think we are self-made but it is not so at all.  I am the product of all those ancestors who preceded me as well as the product of all those who settled America and made her the land she is today.  Just the fact that I had food to eat every day and a roof over my head and a school to attend were all gifts given to me.  I have so much to be grateful for.  And so I hunt around for the clues to the puzzle that is my history.  I also love puzzles: crossword, jig saw, Sudoku, you name it.  So I couldn't resist writing this little poem.



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