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.

Blue Birds

We lived in Tennessee for five years amidst some of the most lovely scenery there is.  The Smokies lay a bit off to the east but the foothills spread way over to where we had planted ourselves.  Just thinking back I feel my body relax as an inner smile begins to spread through me.  It was just SO beautiful.  

My best friend Debbie called one day and asked if I was busy.  "Come on down and let's go hike the hills and look for bluebirds", she said.  And so I headed down Spencer Highway to Deb's house and we hiked all around her place.  And yes, we did see a bluebird.  It was a magical moment for me.  I had never seen one before!



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