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Hi I'm Wendy

I'm a musician. I'm a scientist. I'm a new grandma. And I'm a Mormon.

About Me

My mom sang and my dad ran a scientific research facility, which means I grew up loving the feel of music, loved questioning everything, and was taught that there was nothing that I could not do. I was one of those geeks who entered college early with dreams of becoming a doctor. And then I found another person's dreams filled my heart even more. So now I am a mom who accompanies choirs, helps my kids come up with incredibly cerebral science projects, and I don't feel bad that I have the priviledge of running forgotten assignments to school, or am free to answer calls from a daughter who needs to get directions because she is lost and doesn't have a smart phone. I love seeing the world through my children's eyes, and watching as they take what they have learned to teach me views I would not have perceived had I not been there to see...

Why I am a Mormon

I grew up in the church and was surrounded by a family that supported that faith. But when I was in high school, the church announced that a temple was to built in our area and property was bought within our congregation's boundaries where this new temple would stand. It was incredible to watch as other churches began a campaign to discredit those of our faith in response to our perceived threat! Remarkably, even though there was direct opposition, our youth were bound even closer together because we were forced to stand as a witness for what we knew in hearts was truth. Three of our friends joined the church because of those examples. That strength brought joy, and those feelings never faded. I was sealed to my spouse in that temple a few years later. Now, being a "Mormon" and standing for those truths does not make our lives any better than anyone else's. We still have challenges. We just hope that we can bear those challenges better than if we had no faith to make our burdens light.... Three years ago, we received the call that every parent dreads: our oldest son had been in a car accident. He passed away before we had had a chance to board the plane that would take us to his side. Nothing can express the emotions that enter a mom's heart when faced with this worst of all tragedies. And yet, the sun broke out of the clouds on the day of his funeral and we laughed at his idiosyncracies because we were comforted by the knowledge that we would see him again. Our faith made the burden of death lighter. My husband and I taught early morning seminary that year, and the opportunity to testify of the reality of Jesus Christ's resurrection on a daily basis became the bandaid that covered the hole in our hearts. I am a Mormon because without it, I would not be who I am. It defines my beliefs, it lifts my soul, it brings peace where no peace should be.

How I live my faith

Like many of you, I have the priviledge of working with children. Currently, at church I share the responsibility for about 165 of them, ages 18 months through 11 years of age, plus a teaching staff of 40. We meet on Sundays to share our testimonies and wipe noses and learn to stand for what defines us and sing with our hearts and learn how to put our teachings into action. I see miracles daily when I see a child crawl into a teacher's lap for comfort, or when a leader shows up to one of their kid's soccer games, or when an eight year old is brave enough to stand in front of a crowd to share what he believes. I have cried when they all sing "I am a Child of God", and I feel especially priviledged to watch them as they grow old and still retain the things we have taught as they pass from our sphere of influence. My days are full of praying for guidance on how to help certain "busy spirits", and I know that my prayers are answered in the forms of help from inspiration, from the teachers and from other members of our congregation. But this is a calling that is fleeting. In our church, these opportunities to serve change often and with each opportunity to serve, I learn more about myself, and more about what it is to be a Mormon. I have learned compassion when asked to teach really tiny ones...for the third time. I have learned patience when teaching wiggly 12 year olds who make weird noises with their hands. I have learned the joy in the scriptures when sharing my testimony at 6:00 every morning to a bunch of high school freshmen, who you hope are really awake. Mostly, I live my faith by being what the church has taught me and what I have learned to be...different from the world, yet happy with my place in it.