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Hi I'm Deana

I grew up on a small farm in the shadow of Mt. Rainier. I joined the church in college and I'm a Mormon.

About Me

In high school many thought I would be married & raising kids right out of school. Imagine their surprise when I showed up at my 20th class reunion married for only 18 months & 6 month pregnant. I had loved working in the hotel industry & had a very full life between my job, my friends & volunteering. So much so that I considered myself "married" to my work. I wasn't some over achiever, work aholic, I just loved it and gaved it most of my attention and then filled in the gaps with friends and volunteer work. I sometimes complained about being alone but understood that I never gave dating any kind of chance. When I turned 34 I decided I needed to "divorce" my job if I ever wanted to get married and have a family of my own. So I left that exciting world that I loved so much and took a marketing job with a home mortgage lender. I was bored to death with the mundane aspects of paper pushing but it gave me so much freedom time wise. No longer was I working every weekend and holiday, but now I had time off and knew that at 5 PM, I could go home. A year or so after switching jobs I met my husband and here we are today. I left the working world to be a full time mom and love every minute of it. I wasn't ready to be a mom in my 20's, I still wanted to climb that corporate ladder. Now I am thrilled to be a wife and a mom. I still volunteer and try to stay active but raising my daughter is my job and my home is my office and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

Why I am a Mormon

I joined the church in college at the age of 21. While in college my typewriter blew up...literally & I needed to find a way to finish a report. I was walking around thinking about what to do when I walked past the Institute of Religion & saw the Latter Day Saint sign. I went in & borrowed their word processor to finish my report. I had known Latter Day Saint kids in school & was comfortable around it. I knew many of the facts but not their doctrine. I was invited to attend church the next Sunday, since I was comfortable I went. A few people thought I was a member of the church because I knew things like who Joseph Smith was. When they learned I wasn't got all this attention placed on me and I loved it, I felt like a rock star. In a weekend I went through the discussions and I did my best to answer the questions "correctly" vs. what I truly knew or felt. Basically I told the missionaries what they wanted to hear & was quickly baptized. In hind sight, not the best of choices. After college, I continued trying to be a good member but was afraid to ask questions. I didn't want anyone to think of me as stupid. A year later I signed up to go on a mission myself & was really scared. I wish I could say I became converted on my mission but I can't. I not exactly sure of when I did become converted. Sometime after all that I finally learned that it starts with having faith & then we must act on that faith. I am still confused over many things & sometimes feel over whelmed but I know that if I do my part. If I read my scriptures, pray with my family, attend church & ask those I trust I can find the answers to my questions. I do believe that Jesus is the Christ. I do believe we have a Father in Heaven who loves us and wants us to return to him. I believe the Holy Bible to be the word of God & the Book of Mormon is its companion. I believe the missionaries are here to guide us on our way & that Thomas S. Monson is a prophet of God. I love this church!

How I live my faith

A few years ago I had a co-worker approach me at the end of what obviously was a very long day for her. She had announced earlier that day she was leaving our company to join a competitor's team and many in my office were not happy over her choice. Simply they offered her more. Earlier in the morning when she told me she had given her notice I told her "Congratulations on the new job and that she would be missed". I told her, "I hated to see her go as I enjoyed working with her" and wished her all the best. Now at the end of the day she stood beside me again, this time with tears in her eyes and told me how I was the only one to wish her well. I was the only one to say she'd be missed. She repeated some of the mean and hurtful comments others had said and the final straw was the office manager asking her not fulfill her 2 week notice but clean out her desk now. She told she wished more people would go to church. Maybe then they would try to support each other and not hurt each other so much. That day taught me that while I may not be doing every thing right, people are watching. They know I am a member of the church and they see the difference. Even though I have struggles I can still try to be the best I can and live my faith every day, not just on Sunday. I learned that the simplest of things can mean the most. I never saw her again but I think about that day and try to live up to what she saw in me that one time, every day.