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Hi I'm Katie

I love school, chocolate, friends, family, my brand new husband, & my God - in that order. Except backwards. And I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I am a newlywed graduate student studying Counseling. And how to be a good wife. As an undergrad I studied psychology. [And, well, sociology too, but psychology is my true passion.] I decided to study psychology because of some seminars I'd gone to with my mom as a teenager about the psychology behind anorexia and bulimia. I was immediately hooked. I wanted to know everything I possibly could. That combined with the fact that I love listening to people and I knew studying psychology was the answer. I met my husband as a little kid and noticed everything he did. He was the cool older boy. I was a nerdy little girl. I moved away, grew up, and forgot about him. Then, as fate would have it, we ended up going to the same school, and meeting again through some mutual friends. The tables had turned this time. I was no longer interested in him, but he became very interested in me. I ran him through the mill for a few months before I finally consented to be his wife. We have been married for a month now. I love school [some days, at least]. I love my job [event planning=free food]. I love to sing [all genres, but mostly classically]. I love to run [though grad school gets in the way a lot]. I love to cook [sometimes poorly]. I love to read [mostly fiction - it gets my mind off my textbooks]. I love to blog [about silly, sometimes inconsequential things]. I love my husband [there is just not enough good to say]. And I love being a Mormon.

Why I am a Mormon

I grew up in the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. My parents were [and are] devout members and taught me how to pray, read my scriptures, and try to be like Jesus. Somewhere along the way, I began to wonder if I believed it all. Or perhaps "worry" if I believed it all is a more accurate description. I wanted to know for myself. But I just wasn't sure if I did. In high school, the worries hit a climax. I began to question EVERYTHING - even the existence of God. When I prayed, I wondered if anyone was really even listening. In seminary [which is a religious class taken by Mormon high schoolers - or any interested high schoolers], our seminary teacher challenged us to "fast from the world" for a week before General Conference [which is where the prophet and apostles speak to the world every six months]. This meant going to school in church clothes, carrying around my scriptures, reading my scriptures for 30 minutes every day, and fasting for 24 hours, among other things. I took this week VERY seriously, because I figured that if I was going to get an answer from God, now would be the time. I felt NOTHING the whole week. Nothing. And I thought my heart would break. I wanted it to be true, but maybe it just...wasn't. Finally, it was time for General Conference to start. I remember thinking that the choir sounded nice, but that I just didn't feel anything. The speakers' talks were wonderful, but again, I felt nothing. Finally, it was time for the prophet to speak. As soon as I watched him walk to the podium, I knew. I just knew. Peace enveloped me. I knew that this man was a prophet of God. And because I knew he was a prophet, I knew that God was real. I knew He really was listening to my prayers - all of them. And I knew that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints was [and is!] the truest church on the earth. And mostly, I just felt peace. And love. And gratitude. And seven years later, I still know that today.

How I live my faith

Since my husband and I just got married and moved to a new area, I don't have a specific assignment yet. But in the past, I have been a youth leader. I have made appointments for women in our ward to meet with new or struggling women in our area. I have tried to help the women in our area feel included and loved. And I have tried to reach out to peers to help them know that God is mindful of them, and that He loves them. I don't do any of those things perfectly by any stretch of the imagination, but I do my best. And I know that because of that, Heavenly Father can do great things - even through someone as weak and simple as me.