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Hi I'm Debbie.

I grew up in Idaho Falls, Idaho. I now live in Lehi, Utah, but am preparing for a move to Boston, Mass. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I grew up as the second of six children. It never felt like a lot of kids - even though we always got pointed at or stared at on vacation! Now that I'm an adult - I realize my parents had A LOT of kids! What a sacrifice it was - financially, it took a toll on their physical energy, patience, and on their nerves! I'm not sure how they did it - but I will be forever grateful as my siblings are now my best and closest friends. My family is scattered throughout the Northwest United States - and all the way to Japan! We try to keep in touch, though, thanks to modern technology! I grew up without much compared to kids at school and definitely feel proud of my "blue collar" background. My parents never skimped on vacations, though. I later found out that they purposely did that to help all of their children build memories for the future when we'd be separated. I am so grateful for that! It has definitely helped when I've been far away on Christmas and feeling alone. I always thought I'd be married at 18 and have 14 kids with a perfect husband, a house with a porch (and porch swing, of course!) - and the proverbial white picket fence. However, to my dismay, I'm now 36 and have not been married. Don't worry - I certainly don't cry into my pillow every night!! I've lived with my best friend who divorced two years ago. I've felt very blessed as I've lived with her, her 4 year old son, and 3 year old daughter. I love them SO much - and am blessed to be loved in return!

Why I am a Mormon

What teenager doesn't question things? My parents had a lot of problems when I was young. My dad was in an industrial accident that affected him for years (and is again now!) and my mother had difficult pregnancies and other health problems. When I saw them suffering, literally, and going through situations that were unjust (my father had a long struggle to get any insurance help for his accident), they never once complained against God or changed the way we held family prayers or went to church, etc. In fact, because they reassured us with their faith in the Lord - regardless of our circumstances - I believed. Then, when my beloved father - who continued to go to work as an electrician every day very sick or not - actually cried while telling us that Jesus was and is the Christ, and Joseph Smith saw exactly what he said he saw - it had such a profound and powerful impact. I felt as if my heart was on fire and about to pound out of my chest and the whole room where he, my older sister, younger brother, and I were, seemed somehow to be brighter (we were up late at night). That wonderful feeling of unimaginable peace and joy stayed with me for the two following days at school, at work - wherever I went. Seeing my parents LIVE and tearfully TESTIFY of their faith in and certainty of these things made me want to continue to pursue my own certainty. I started to read my Book of Mormon every night before bed and felt a difference in my life. Now, 20 years later, I've experience my own hard times. I've had significant health problems that I've felt heartbroken over, and yet, I've always been able to rely on my Savior being with me - whether through a procedure or even just when I'm scared. I know He's there with me. The Book of Mormon continues to bring me peace and clarity - and I learn more no matter how many times I've read it! Because I know Jesus Christ lives, I know the Book of Mormon is true, and that Joseph Smith really was a prophet of God!

How I live my faith

I grew up with a best friend that was (and still is) Roman Catholic. We've always been able to get along just fine - and I find that I always become friends with people that are of other faiths (even though I live in Utah!). It's such a rewarding feeling, mutually, when my Muslim friend and I can have deep conversations about our faiths - and point out the similarities we share. There seems to be a special synergy when people of different faiths can join together to serve others - and in order to serve our God in the process. I love being in the Relief Society (the organization of LDS women) and feeling a sisterhood. I'm not married in a very family oriented church - which you'd think would make me miserable. However, I've always felt loved for who I am whatever my circumstances - especially in Relief Society. I HAVE been a mother when I've gone to care for someone's little ones to help someone during an emergency or when I've taken dinner to a family who has a new baby or who is struggling with illness. I have also been the recipient of kindness many times. I recently helped a neighbor clean up the apartment she was moving into (she's not LDS). I still felt the same affection and sisterhood - regardless of the difference in our lifestyles. We really are all children of the same Heavenly Father and I know I feel such peace and joy when I serve. I may have my own difficult struggles - but everyone does! I find that my own burdens are so much lighter when I strive to serve my fellow brothers and sisters. I by no means am perfect or the most eloquent person - but I DO know that Jesus Christ lives and does know us and love us. Even though we all have to suffer trials - He will help us carry them, or bless us with stronger backs to carry them! He really is in the most minute details of our lives and brings people - that need us or that we need - into our lives. He knows when the tiniest sparrow falls - and are not we worth many sparrows??