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While I was serving as a full time missionary of the Church of jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, I wrote the following book reflecting on my beliefs. Reflections of a Mormon is a compilation of my studies and love for the gospel of jesus Christ. I welcome you and thank you for allowing me to share this work with you. There are 13 parts and my testimony at the end listed on the right side of the screen. You can feel free to go through any or all of them. Also, if you wish to read this work in Fr... Read More
Life is all a matter of perspective, that's what I tell my kids. That's why I seek advice from friends, family, priesthood leaders, and especially Heavenly Father. I consult him on most everythng. Don't ge me wrong, I don't ask him what I should make for dinner or what color shoes I should buy, but the important matters and the ones that confuse me. If I have a stupor of thought over a particular problem I take it to Him. He allways gives me an answer, not the one I want allways, or the one I th... Read More
“Whom Say Ye that I Am?’’ In Matthew 16:13, at the coasts of Cæsarea Philippi, jesus turned to all His disciples and asked: “Whom do men say that I the Son of man am?” They said, “Some say that thou art John the Baptist: some, Elias; and others, Jeremias, or one of the prophets.’’ jesus of Nazareth lived about 2000 years ago, and was and is now considered to be many things. Some believe He was just a man, a good teacher; a prophet; a wannabe Savior as I have heard; the Son of Go... Read More
Do you ever feel like you're struggling to feel the spirit? Do you feel like God isn't as close as He once was? Check out my blog on how to work through these types of questions at: www.graceforgrace.com... Read More
When I was very small -- the age of 3 or younger -- I lived with my mother and father (a young couple) and my baby sister in the rural Idaho area of Tetonia. I have almost no memories of this myself, but I love one story that my father told me. My father would take me -- his baby girl -- to a creek some distance away from the house. We would go fishing. Again, although I don't remember, I must have loved these times when I was close to nature, and close to my beloved Daddy... Read More
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