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.

Temple Trip

Before we had our own temple here in Detroit, we first went to Washington D.C. (12 hours), then Chicago (5 hours), and lastly Toronto (5 hours).  It's nice to have our own temple now but often I think about those Relief Society temple trips that we used to have to Toronto.  We would drive over on Friday and spend the evening together at a motel and talk into the wee hours of the night.  Then Saturday we'd head to the temple together.  It was such a nice time to talk girl talk and catch up on what was going on with our families. Always we were concerned about our families.



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