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.

Only God Knows Me

When my husband and I were on our first mission in California, I would get up early each day and study my scriptures.  I brought with me a book my daughters has recommended.  It is named "He Did Deliver Me from Bondage."  It is a workbook that asks you to examine the Book of Mormon and relate it to the 12 Step Program.  It makes you really take an in depth look at your life.

It was a really beautiful experience for me.  My husband would find me sitting in my chair with tears flowing.  Not sad tears, but tears of deep feeling for I had just spend some very personal time with the Lord looking back at my years and talking about what I had done and learned in my life.  Those were conversations that I would never had had with another human being.  We all have parts of us that are embarrassing or shameful to remember.  We also have successes that if shared with another it might appear we were vain.  Or maybe the whole experience is life a family slide show.  On a few can really enjoy. . .

I remember those times with deep gratitude and joy for I knew the Lord was there with me and that much was resolved in my heart.  There were no hidden places.  I felt cleansed and sanctified.  



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