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Hi I'm Emily

I'm a sister, a daughter, a friend, compassionate, helping, understanding, a poet, and I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I enjoy cooking, reading, music, singing, helping others, and learning. I am the oldest of seven children, my parents divorced when I was ten years old, and am currently a college student. I love sharing my heart through poetry, my best written poem is called "My Heart". I will include it in how I live my faith. My parents divorced when I was ten years old, but I was still able to go on. I speak American Sign Language because my mother was an interpreter and I wanted to learn too. I love making friends and helping others less fortunate than I am. I'm a frequent hair and blood donor. I have asperger's syndrome as well, but I've never let that stop me from being successful. I love my family and my faith and my friends.

Why I am a Mormon

I was born in the church, but I've never wavered. I continued to attend church when my family wouldn't go, and when I moved to live with my mother I continued to attend with both her and the singles ward in my area. I found strength and courage from my member friends after my parents divorce and while suffering many personal challenges. I have never regretted being a member, and I know that I never will.

How I live my faith

I live my faith through helping and healing others. I'm the music director for Relief Society in my ward, and a poet with care. "My Heart" 'I never was a girl who cared for love, a soul shattered at ten years of age, I just walked through life, never looking above. Two years after that tragic event, two new parents had I, one I loved within months, the other left me bent. I sealed away my heart, I never wanted it to be broken, I would never be torn apart, or sorrowed or forgotten, I sealed away...my heart. Sweet sixteen, my first real crush, an angelic appearance never found in a brush, a poor choice of words and he was gone, I wondered if I'd be forever done. Near eighteen, my first relationship, I thought it'd be a one-way trip, the first kiss was oh so real, could anyone have a better deal? I opened up my heart, love was truely real, I wasn't torn apart, but still, I wanted to really seal...my heart. He wasn't the one, I wanted to be done, I said goodbye, and let my heart fly. I never thought I'd love again, the heartach was too much, another painful break not for my gain, how much could the heart take? Not a bunch. A new town, a new state, would the heartbreak ever end? Then another lift, not rising hate, could it help my heart mend? He understands, like no one else my pain, my heartache, my self, my soul, he holds me, makes me feel whole, My heart once plugged, now begins to undrain. My heart is light and whispering to me, whispering 'Don't leave him, don't', unless he makes an unspiritual act and ceases to care I won't. I can't leave for he has my heart, opened fully, not in part, we can never be apart, for I can never cast a dart, through my heart. My heart, my soul, my heart.' This poem shares my life, and when I share it with others their lives are touched as well as mine. I also live my faith through music and family.

Is it true that Jesus appeared in North America after his crucifixion and resurrection according to the Book of Mormon?

Yes, I truly have faith that he did. My faith is renewed of that every time I read 3 Nephi chapters 11 and 12. Show more Show less