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Hi I'm Gail

I'm a grandmother, a librarian, and I ran my first marathon at age 57. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I'm a woman of many hats and go by many names. World traveler - my military husband and our four children have seen most of Europe and now the remainder of the world is beckoning to me. Many of our adventures take me to cemeteries and archives, as I am a true family historian at heart. That would probably also explain my profession and passion as a librarian: there is always a mystery to solve and a story needing to be told. My beautiful babies have all grown up and I am now blessed to dote on the 8 grandchildren, as they all live nearby. A self-taught painter, I dabble in oils for my own enjoyment and therapy. I am trying on the "athlete" hat for size, having successfully completed a 5K, two half-marathons, two triathlons, and my first marathon at age 57. I adore my sweet family, and this life-enriching gospel, brought to me by brave missionaries in my "wild" teenage years.

Why I am a Mormon

As a young teen in a new city, I gravitated to like-minded kids in my middle school who enjoyed discussing religion. In our group, I was the Catholic, we had 2 Lutherans, an agnostic and....the only Mormon in the school. After a time, our group became mostly just the Mormon and I, as I learned more and more about this new-to-me religion. She invited me to attend a Youth Conference, where I was amazed to hear young people--young men--my age, expressing their convictions and beliefs in such a public forum. I came home with a desire to learn for myself if this religion was for me. As the missionaries taught me, it was as if they were telling me things I had known before but had forgotten: that I lived with my Father in Heaven before I came to Earth; that my Heavenly Father was a real person who knew me and loved me; that little children were pure and sinless, needing no baptism until they reached an age of accountability. I read the Book of Mormon and prayed, but I was looking for something spectacular, like Joseph Smith got, so I was still not sure when I set a date for baptism and went to my Catholic priest to tell him the news. He told me I would be considered a "lost sheep" who could return at any time, but informed me that I was joining a pagan religion...I replied, "Not so! We believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God; that he died and atoned for our sins; He is the head of the Church and speaks to the prophet, [then Spencer W. Kimball] today!" The priest made a phone call to a fellow priest to confirm his view of the Mormons, but I no longer heard him. I had heard myself testify, and as I did, I felt a warmth that started at my head and spread to my toes with a burning conviction and a whisper of the Spirit telling me that what I had said was true. I have never looked back.

How I live my faith

My activity in the Church has given me opportunities to serve others in a variety of ways from teaching a daily, early-morning religion class for teens, to playing with play-doh in the Sunday nursery with 10 toddlers. I get immense satisfaction from my service of helping people "climb" their family tree and discover their roots. I get as excited as the seeker when we find a lost ancestor! I was taught by my mother to be neighborly and generous with what I have she was always the one who brought the pies to the new move-ins, and the Church provides me the opportunities to reach out to not only my neighbors, but in humanitarian efforts throughout the world. As I read and study the scriptures, I gain a greater understanding of who my Heavenly Father is and what His plan is for me. Through many sacred experiences, I have come to know that He hears and answers my prayers.