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Hi I'm Vanessa

I'm a happily married mother of three. My life isn't a fairy tale, but it sure seems close. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

Being born into a family where my father was a military man gave me the opportunity to see places and do things I may have otherwise missed. I spent 10 years growing up in beautiful Bavaria and also several of the continental United States. Since my marriage fourteen years ago I have moved to the far reaches of America and only recently have we decided to stay put and let our roots run deep. We are raising our little family in the beautiful mountains of central Arizona. I love these majestic hills..they make me feel secure and safe and nestled in. The sunsets in Arizona were alone worth the move. I love to tromp through the woods with my husband and kids. I love to share memories with my kids and, where possible, take them to places I've been and loved. I love to read, or more appropriately, devour good books. I am so grateful for the power of beautiful words when they are combined in such a way on a page so as to make me savor each and every one of them. Books that are so good that I could read them a zillion times and they only get better. I love to dance shamelessly with my kids when no one besides my husband is looking...and you can bet whereever he is, he's laughing at us.

Why I am a Mormon

I marvel at my good fortune at having been born into a family who were already living the gospel. I never had to search for the truth. It was taught to me from my very earliest days. Because of my tendencies to be cynical or suspicious, I shudder to think that had i not been raised as a member of the church, I may have missed it completely. I am grateful every day to wake up with a knowledge that the gospel is true. I have purpose and perspective becaue I understand that my Heavenly Father has a plan...not just for me but for all of his children. I am awestruck at those of my ancestors who had the courage to exercise faith and overcome doubt, to leave family and homeland to embrace the doctrine of this church. My own father was one such person. He was raised in a home devoid of religion and embroiled in rage and violence. Despite his horrific surroundings, there was something within him that refused to believe that this was all there was to life...that he was destined to be just as miserable as his parents. When he was taught the gospel at nineteen, he felt that it was true and lived it from that moment forward with his whole heart. I feel that although I would live the gospel simply because I know that it is true, I have an abligation to keep the faith because of those who came before me and paved the way so that I could have these truths in my life.

How I live my faith

I feel that I meet with the most incredible group of saints ever assembled, as I'm sure most people do. I attend church with neighbors, family and friends. I admire them and learn from them constantly. They are good and obedient. Iam blessed to help serve within the church by helping with the children ages three through eleven. I am part of a presidency that oversees the leaders on a local level. We manage things that take place on Sundays and weekdays, where applicable. I help to make sure that those who teach and lead the children have the support that they require to be most effective. I have also been able to work with the teenage young women, including organizing and carrying out a summer girls' camp. I've also worked with the women of the church. Even now, I have a responsibility to visit and serve several specific women in our area at least every month. There are women who come to visit me every month and share an uplifting gospel message. It would be easy to dismiss their visits as insincere, because they are obligated to come because of an assignment, but I have felt the love of my Heavenly Father for me through their visits, just as I hope the ladies I visit feel the love of their Father (and also my own) reaching out after them.