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.

Prayer Gifts

It has been my experience that try hard as I do to become charitable or loving, to show faith, have hope, forgive others and all the other Christlike attributes that I wish I had, I always come up against a wall where my efforts cannot achieve the result I wish.  It may be someone I just don’t like.  It may be that someone hurt me and I am not ready to forgive.  It may be a crisis that challenges my faith.  At times like this I find myself in prayer, pleading “with all the energy of heart” that the Lord will bless me with the needed quality.  These times are precious to me for I have always found Him there, ready to help me, ready to bestow whatever gift I need.  And so I call them Prayer Gifts.



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