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.

Spring's Secret

I don't think our Michigan phenomena is universal, but certainly in all areas where winter is a very real cold season that drags on forever there is a longing for spring.  A warm day in early March comes and we get our expectations up.  We know that spring will not be here until April but we want it so much to come.  Our hearts override our intellect and then when the next day turns cold and it snows we are so disappointed.  This happens year after year after year.  But we only see the surface.  Deep in the ground those early spring flowers are at work, bulbs expanding, plant slowly pushing upward.  I think they like to be there just below the surface, waiting for the right moment to spring forth.  It is their little secret.


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