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Laurie: Mormon.

Hi I'm Laurie

About Me

 Hi! Before I was married and had children I was a hairstylist, an LPN and a horse trainer. Now I have seven wonderful children some days and try to help out in the community as I can.

Why I am a Mormon

When my LDS mother married my Catholic father she promised to raise the children Catholic. So, I grew up Catholic. I always, since my very earliest years had a great love for God, but I never really knew who He was and always felt like something was missing. My dad was one of the greatest men I ever knew and had been in the Seminary to become a Catholic priest when his father was committed to a mental hospital. He had to leave to support his mother and siblings. I remember asking my dad many questions about things I would read in the sriptures. Why could we eat pork but the Jews of the Old Testament couldn't? Why did we work on Sunday but the Bible says to keep the Sabbath day holy? My dad always had an answer but it never felt right. I think the final blow came as a child, when we attended mass there was a choir which sang the hymns and the priest who would say the prayers. I often wondered if God really was MY father, wouldn't He want me to be praying to Him? Wouldn't He want ME singing to Him? As I grew older and moved out of the house, I searched for Him. I attended all types of religious services, it seemed the more I searched, the harder He was to find. I don't know why I never looked for Him in an LDS church. One day two missionaries, who I will be forever greatful to for eternity, knocked on my door and the rest they say is history. It felt right. The Spirit bore witness to me that I was finally home, that what I had been searching for, I had found. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is true!

How I live my faith

 In our Church the high school age youth attend an early morning Seminary class every day before school. Some kids attend during the school day if they are lucky enough to live in an area that has it. Some kids attend once a week in the evening, but they are all taught the same thing, the standard works of our Church, the Bible, Book of Mormon, Doctrine and Covenants and the Pearl of Great Price. I was privledged enough to teach Early Morning Seminary for three years. One day I told the kids in my class a story that I thought pertained to the lesson. I had gone to look at a horse for sale, it was a Welsh pony. We happen to raise Welsh ponies and the lady was telling me that if I didn't want to train her to ride there was a beautiful Welsh stallion in the area I could breed her to. I knew if I told this lady I was the owner of that stallion she probably would not come down on the price, so I didn't tell her. I did buy the mare and she did not come down on the price. My lesson was on sins of omision and I told the kids although I never said or DID anything wrong, I still felt I had been dishonest. The kids gave me a hard time that morning, telling me I needed to make it right. So that day I baked some cookies, I drove to the ladies house and explained to her that I might not have been totally honest in my dealing with her. I told her I was the owner of the stallion she had told me about and gave her the cookies to try to smooth things over. Of course, she thought nothing of it and was greatful for the cookies. It did however teach me a very valuable lesson. Who we are and the things we choose to do in life not only effect us but those around us. Any time my Seminary kids thought I might have done something wrong they would tell me "Sister Howell, you better make some cookies!". That is how I live my religion. Pride or embarrassment don't stop me from trying to do what is right. Even if a thought pops in my head years after I have done somethng I wasn't even aware of, I try to make it right. I could never face my Savior knowing I had done something wrong and did not try to make it right.