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Hi I'm Estel (pronounced E'stle)

I'm a Scotch-Irish Mormon. I grew up in the South.

About Me

Hi, I'm Estel. I am a writer and an artist. I also have an interest in mathematics, science and psychology. I have studied computer science, electrical automation, art and architecture, physics and geology in college. I have a two year degree in electrical automation (robotics). I write stories and an ongoing book of math based upon the writings of Buckminister Fuller. I and my wife belong to a writer's group who meet every two weeks in our home, an old school, to critique each other's works. I have recently written a story about the Revolutionary War in Kentucky. I don't believe in buying and selling, so I post my books on the web and give away most of my drawings and paintings.

Why I am a Mormon

When I was about eight years old, my mother divorced my dad and took us kids to Charleston, South Carolina where my Aunt Mimi and her family lived. There, my mother met a sailor who was stationed at the naval base. He was a Mormon from Idaho. She married him, and then we had two dads. Our new dad brought in the Mormon missionaries to teach our mother. She later told us that what they taught she had always believed. I, my little sister and littler brother didn't pay much attention to that, but our new dad introduced us to Primary which then met on Tuesdays during the day. The first time we went to Church with my step-dad on Sunday morning, I felt a spirit there I had never felt before as if it were something lighting up my whole soul. I felt I was in the right place, as if it were home. I felt at home for the first time in my life. As I learned about the Church, the whole history of the world as I knew it was enlarged. I learned the true nature of God, that we were his children, that we had lived with him before we were born, and that he had a plan to bring us back to him. The Spirit witnesed to me that this Church was true. I found that the people were very friendly. They greeted each other with a firm handshake and a kiss. They don't use the kiss anymore, but as I have traveled around the world, I have found that the people and the Spirit and the doctrines remain the same. In my previous church at a young age I gave myself to Christ. In this new church, in which I was baptized when I was nine, I found a fulfillment of my faith, a place where I could learn more about my Lord and his work.

How I live my faith

I did not always live the way I knew to be right. I never knew the difference between right and wrong until my mother got upset and took a branch from a bush, stripped the leaves from it, and whipped me. I was always getting into trouble. Sometimes I would do something wrong and go tell my mother. Most of the time I would be very surprised when she would get upset and whip me. This established a pattern in my life. It was experience that taught me that whenever I would steal or smoke or hit someone that it wasn't a good idea to tell my mother. But I got into a habit of doing something wrong and telling someone. Maybe it was guilt that made me do it. Not at first, but as I got older and learned about God's commandments I felt really guilty about doing the wrong thing, but I didn't know how to stop myself. It has taken me walking down the long trail of attending church, rubbing shoulders with other members, but mostly, having a good wife who would teach me these things. But what changed my life more than anything else was being called to head a group of older priesthood holders, each one, a former leader in the Church ward or stake. I was given a great responsibility. Before this calling, I was a home teacher, having the responsibility of watching over five families. Now, I was asked to watch over forty two families and their home teachers. I had to repent of a lot of sins. I had to focus on Jesus Christ, knowing I was doing his work. In focusing on Christ, I found that my life was becoming easier to live. My bad habits were falling away. I was caring for people. My selfish attitude was changing. The closer I came to him by learning of him, praying, meditating, studying the scriptures and serving him, the more I loved him and wanted to keep his commandments, wanting to be like him.