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Hi I'm Megan

I'm a massage therapist, an adoption advocate, a stay-at-home mom, and I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I was born the youngest of my parents' six children. Shortly after my birth, it was discovered that I had multiple heart defects. Fortunately (and, I believe, due to the faith, prayers, and fasting of my family) I was able to enjoy relatively good health, and even went on to play basketball in high school. By the time I reached my early 20s, I was a full-time college student and newly married when my condition began to reach a critical point. Luckily, technology had greatly advanced since my birth and I had a sweet husband to help me through what followed. I had open-heart surgery at age 23, just after graduating from massage school and becoming a licensed massage therapist. As soon as I was able, my husband and I met with an adoption agency about beginning our family. In the meantime, we both continued our college education. I majored in Home and Family Life with an emphasis in housing and interior design. Our dreams finally came true a few years later when a courageous young woman chose us to be parents to her sweet baby boy. Two daughters followed our son and now we have three children through a series of amazing adoption miracles. In an effort to spread the good news of adoption, I am an active volunteer for the organization Families Supporting Adoption. I love spending time with family and friends and also enjoy anything crafty.

Why I am a Mormon

I was born into an active Mormon family in Salt Lake City, Utah. A few years later, we moved to Los Angeles, California where I grew up. I was taught the principles of the gospel of Jesus Christ from my birth. We went to church every Sunday, had "Family Home Evening" nearly every single Monday night, read the scriptures together daily and had family prayer at least once every day, usually two or more times. We prayed before every meal and ate together every night at dinnertime. My church participation early on in my life came from relying on the faith of my parents, older siblings, extended family members, and church leaders. However, as I got older, I was taught to pray and study the scriptures on my own, and I was encouraged to gain my own testimony of the truthfulness of what I was consistently taught. As a teenager, I was faced with opposition to what I had believed as true my entire life. I decided to put my belief to a test. I prayed harder than I have ever prayer and devoted a lot of time to quiet pondering and scripture study. I sought an answer. I felt I had to know for myself whether it was true. I find it difficult to adequately describe the burning in my heart and in my soul in the moment that I felt my answer arrive. "Moment of truth" is the phrase that comes to my mind. I was in a class at a youth conference and Jesus Christ was the subject. The presenter spoke of Christ, in very reverent tones, as our Savior. An image of Jesus was projected on the wall. I was suddenly overcome, filled with a sure knowledge that Jesus Christ was indeed the Son of God, my Savior and Redeemer, and that he suffered for me personally. I could not stop my tears as confirmation filled my being. Throughout my life I have had similar experiences where I have received confirmation, time and time again, of different principles -- both those unique to our church and those universal among Christians.

How I live my faith

I have a dear friend (who is not of the same faith I am) who once expressed appreciation to me for practicing what I preach, for trying to actually live my religion. I found it surprising because I think of myself as far from perfect! I think it's important to remember that people are people, that we are all vulnerable and prone to make mistakes. The way one person or a handful of people live is not indicative of who they truly are inside or of whether their religion is true or not. Nobody is perfect. I try to do my best and *try* not to judge others because I know they too are likely doing their best on any given day. I feel that the majority of living my faith comes in my daily interactions as a mother, wife, friend, daughter, etc. I strive to improve myself and to become more Christlike in all aspects of my life, though I don't profess to be anywhere near perfect! The volunteer adoption organization I serve with is sponsored by our church to support adoptive families, birth families, and adoptees. My husband and I currently serve as co-chairs for our area chapter. Within my local church congregation (called a ward), I serve on a committee for planning and carrying out monthly activities for the women of the ward, usually service-related opportunities like tying quilts to donate or putting together humanitarian aid kits that our church sends out to victims of natural disasters. I also help to send monthly letters out to those who are inactive or otherwise unable to attend our weekly worship services. I think it's neat that we all have the chance to serve in different callings in our church. I have had the opportunity to have various callings (service within the church), from helping in the nursery (Children ages 18 months to 3 years old) while parents attend Sunday School, to teaching young women (ages 12-18).