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Hi I'm Sherry

I am a child of God, and I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I am a 60 year old wife (married to an electrician/cowboy with 6 horses), mother of 3 (plus one) and grandmother of 9. We live in a small town, on a small acreage in a small house built in the 1950's - just like me! Though I was fortunate enought to be a "home mom" for many years, I've always found part time work to help out financially and "earn my keep" as my grandma would say. Though I did not attend college (which every woman really should), I've always enjoyed being a secretary, time card lady, billing clerk, record keeper, etc. Working with people is always fascinating. And you've got to love numbers - right and wrong is so easy to tell. Right now I'm a caretaker for a couple who've been like parents to me. My favorite hobby is tying flannel comfortors. I call them "the hug that keeps on hugging":) I love organizing things - the bigger the mess the more fun to dig into. I like the colors green and blue, cheeseburgers and cinnamon rolls (yes, I've gotten quite "fluffy" - sigh - I'm working on it!) and Christmas time. I like country music and books, especially by John Grisham. I am very sentimental (my mom died when I was 15) and can never let a conflict remain unresolved. Life is too short for hard feelings with anyone.

Why I am a Mormon

I was baptized at the age of 10 after my mother and grandmother had joined the church. I loved the songs we sang in the children's organization (Primary) and listened carefully to my teachers. I learned that prayer was important. I was taught that Heavenly Father and His Son, Jesus, really knew me, loved me and cared about me. I was 12 years old when an experience confirmed these truths to my young heart. I will NEVER not know what I learned that night . . . the night of the rake. My great grandmother lived next door to my family. She had several trees in her front yard and offered me the job of raking all the leaves up. I was so happy and determined to do a good job. That fall evening was short and soon it was dark and time for dinner. Sitting at the table my dad asked me "Sherry, did you put the rake away?" Oh, no. My dad was very strict about taking care of belongings. I should have put the rake in the garage but had left it out in Grandma Green's yard. And I was afraid of the dark. Dad told me to go get it and put it away. We did not argue with Dad. My heart pounded as I ran in the dark from tree to tree, pile to leafy pile - no rake. I was so scared and the tears were starting to stream down my face when I remembered! I'm not alone! I knew what to do - pray for help! After kneeling in front of a big pile of leaves I began to pour out my heart. "Dear Heavenly Father, please help me to find the rake. I'll never forget to put it away again. I'm so scared. In Jesus' name, Amen." This is where time stands still. I feel it every time I tell the story. When I opened my eyes - there, lying on top of the pile, was the rake. It had not been there before. . . I knew it. But there it was - just laying there in front of me. I jumped up, grabbed the rake, and ran home. I don't remember telling anyone at the time what had just happened. A sacred moment - a message from my Heavenly Father. The gospel is true. You will never be alone.

How I live my faith

I often struggle with feelings that I'm just not doing enough. Not an unusual Mormon woman's thought I bet. Because have you ever taken a moment to start thinking about (or writing down) the things you are grateful for? The blessings in your life? (You should try it if you haven't.) Start with your earliest memory and walk through you life. The list goes on forever - even with the hard times and tragedies that befall us all. So how can you ever feel you've done enough to show your gratefulness? It is not about "working" your way to heaven. It is a deep desire to give back - to show your appreciation. To help others as you have been helped. Our church is set up in such a way that opportunities for "giving back" and serving and "living your faith" are always available. As Christians do, we pray and read our scriptures. As a Visiting Teacher, we and a companion go out each month and visit two or three other women in their homes and make sure they are alright. (Your route changes as the years go by and you get to make new friends - as well as keep the old). Where there are concerns you help find solutions. You also leave a Christ centered message. Working with young women (ages 12-18) I've taught classes and planned activities, chaperoned dances and given rides to all of the above. Spending time with girls who are blossoming into women is a beautiful things to be a part of. Yes, even the tears and the broken hearts. As adult women, we all share so many of the same hopes, dreams and trials. We teach each other to cook and sew and care for our families. We sing and give classes and learn from others. We find talents and develop skills. We prepare meals for missionaries, new mothers, those who are grieving and those who are sick. We help families move in and move out. Teaching children (11 and younger) can be hard and fun but always inspiring. Being the chorister for three years was possibly my favorite job of all.