This blog has been a wonderful place for me to share things that I find most rewarding in my life: my family, my love of cooking, my photography and many personal thoughts and feelings. It is a way for me to unwind and clear my head. It is at these times when I am quietly writing, that I seem to sort things out and reestablish some priorities in my hectic life. It seems that the things that are cluttering up my life, are not always the things that are most important Some of them must stay out of necessity, but some need to be pruned back in order for the more important branches to thrive and grow. Since I have been back to work full time, and especially since taking my current position at the hosptial, I have had a difficult time even watering those branches, let alone helping them grow.
I taught a lesson in church on Sunday, and we talked about sharing our religious beliefs using the technology we have today. I immediately thought of this blog. I spend hours hunting new recipes and sharing them, but have failed to share the one thing that defines who I am. I am a Mormon, a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I have been a member all of my life and come from a very active family.
I think I always knew I believed, but I really discovered it for myself my freshman year of college when I was on my own for the first time. I had come from a small Utah town and always lived amongst others of the same faith. This was the first time I met and was questioned by others of different faiths. And I was ashamed that I did not know the answers and found myself doubting for the first time.
I can remember meeting the cutest guy at the ice cream parlor at Weber State. I gained about 5 pounds before he ever asked me out. He invited me to church and figuring everyone in Utah was Mormon, said sure. I was surprised to pull into another church that was so different from what I had grown up going to. There was live music and everyone was very vocal. There were amazing people there and it was a very lively and entertaining service. At the end the reverend asked all to pray for the non believer in their midst. It wasn’t until later that I discovered that non believer was me.
What I learned that day is that there are wonderful people everywhere and every religion has so many great and true things. If a religion makes you want to be a better person, it cannot be bad. But I did feel something missing. I decided that it was time for me to learn for myself which church was true.
I read the Book of Mormon from cover to cover for the first time ( I am ashamed to say that ). I also met with some missionaries and read the discussions that they give to investigators. Then I prayed about it. And I knew that it was true. Not that my parents told me, not that it was what I had been raised to believe, not that all my brothers believed it, but that I believed it. I think that every religion has many great things but I believe with all of my heart that the LDS church has the complete gospel, as Jesus Christ taugth while he was on the earth.
I am not one to try to convert or share the gospel, in fact it scares me to death. But when I think about it, why would I not want to share the most important thing in my life. It is the guide for what I believe and how I act ( or should act). It is the promise that I wil have my wonderful husband and 3 amazing children forever, not just on this earth. It teaches me to give of myself always and to serve others.
I would love to share the Book of Mormon with anyone that would like the opportunity to read it. I will send it to you with a special witness from me and my family.
If I am going to share the best homemade rolls with the world, why not the best message.
You can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org for your free copy.
I challenge you to do what I did, read and pray.
If you are interested in talking to the Mormon missionaries you can find them at Mormon.org