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Hi I'm Tracy

I'm a widowed single mom of a 19 year old and a 25 year old. I'm a database administrator. I love the outdoors. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I have been involved in Search and Rescue for nearly twenty years and have an Amateur Radio license. I love to go camping and off-road driving. I love sitting around the glow of a warm camp fire with family and friends roasting marshmallows and laughing and talking late into the night. I have a lot of crafting interests and do wood-working, leather crafts, native american styled beading, sewing, and counted cross stitch. I'm learning how to take Stereo 3-D Photographs. I have been doing family history since I was old enough to recognize letters. My mom would load the microfilm reader and write down a name to look for and I'd spend hours trying to find the prize. I have worked as a seamstress making draperies, a seamstress making jackets, a seamstress at an alterations shop, a chauffeur for a limousine company and as a court clerk for a superior court judge. I've worked in Human Resources for a large aerospace company and then went back to school and became a database administrator. I'm excited to be a grandmother and love the relationship that I continue to build with my sons and my new daughter-in-law.

Why I am a Mormon

I grew up as a member of the Church. My parents were converts and I often heard their conversion stories and how they had such a deep love for the missionaries that came to their door. When I hit my early twenties I went through a period of real doubt about the Church. I tried to run away from the belief system that I had been raised with which didn't work very well. I questioned everything and became pretty rebellious. I had been seriously abused by a step-father that was a member and for the longest time I blamed God and the Church for his choices. I flunked out of college, was sexually promiscuous, and battled serious depression. I had been married in the Temple but that marriage failed because we married for all of the wrong reasons. It was while I was in a psychiatric hospital for my depression that remembered God. My spirit had been so smothered that it seemed like it was no larger that a barely glowing camp fire ember - the kind you have to really blow on and nurture in order to bring it back to life. Something deep inside of me reminded me that I was a daughter of God and I had a lot to offer. I worked hard to recover from my depression, went through a divorce and started over. I asked for the Sister missionaries to come teach me the discussions. I received a testimony into my heart and every fiber of my being of the reality of our Heavenly Father and of my Saviour Jesus Christ and their love for me. I met the love of my life three years in October 2007 and we were married shortly after. We both felt that Heaven's hand was involved in our being together. It was a shock when seven short months later my dear love passed away from cancer. My boys lost their mother in 2003. I believe that Heavenly Father brought me into the lives of my two wonder boys for a reason and that He has a plan for each and every one of us. I fully believe that through the Atonement of Jesus Christ Families are eternal and that I'll be together with my husband again someday.

How I live my faith

One of my most fulfilling experiences when I was in my early teens involved community service on a grand scale. I was living Idaho in the 1970's when the Teton Dam broke and caused serious wide spread flooding and damage to many communities. I lived far enough away from the flood zone that my community wasn't involved. That next Sunday it was announced that the youth were being asked to go into the area as work groups to help assist in clean-up efforts. We lived nearly two hours from the flood zone but we met at the Church at 6:00 a.m. to car pool to the area. I went to one woman's home where a pit had been dug into the front yard. Several of us spent the morning standing at the edge of the pit opening and dumping in the contents of hundreds and hundreds of bottled produce. The flood waters had submerged the bottles with contaminated water making them unsafe to consume. Even though this woman had lost nearly everything she still had her faith. She was more concerned about our comfort and well being than her own. She was washing all of the emptied produce bottles and planning how to start filling them again. It had a lasting impression on me and has probably fueled my desire to serve my community within Search and Rescue.