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Hi I'm Jeannie

I'm a wife. I'm a mother. I'm a social worker. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I grew up in California with two younger brothers. My parents were both practicing attorneys. My father is a Jewish convert to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, so we celebrated Hanukkah along with Christmas and attended bar mitzvahs as well as missionary farewells and homecomings. For several years I was a competitive gymnast. At the age of ten, I moved away from home to train at a well-respected gym. I dreamed of being an Olympian. My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of 35. Her 9-year battle with cancer changed the course of my life. I quit gymnastics, moved back home, and became a diver. She passed away when I was 15. I went to Stanford University where I received a Bachelor's degree in Psychology. I married a hardworking young man, and we moved to Arizona. I earned a Master's Degree in Social Work and graduated two weeks before the birth of our first child. I am currently a stay-at-home mom with three young children. While my husband attended school, I created a free program for breast cancer survivors called Life Invigorating Food and Exercise (L.I.F.E.) after Breast Cancer and a community workshop called Women Interested in Seeking Education (W.I.S.E.) about Breast Cancer Prevention. I like to read, bake, scrapbook, jog, dance, and do Tae Bo. I love my family.

Why I am a Mormon

When I was six-years-old, my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and told that she had less than a year to live. Although she lived for nearly a decade, her health motivated me to reach out to God. I had to know if God was real. I had to know if there was life after death. I had to know if I would see her again after she passed on. When I was thirteen, her condition grew very grave. I can remember kneeling on my bed one evening pleading to know if there was an afterlife. I felt the sweet spiritual assurance that I was seeking. This life was not the end. God was aware of me and of my family. And I have felt His hand in my life ever since. After my mom passed away, my relationship with Christ grew. I had been taught that He knew every pain, every sadness, every affliction. Only He could understand the agony of my soul. In my grief, I needed His peace and His comfort. I remember one day feeling encircled in His arms as if He were giving me a hug through the Holy Spirit, and I came to know that He could and would succor me in my darkest moments. There have been a number of occasions since then when I have felt the hand of a loving Heavenly Father in my life. I know that God answers fervent prayers. I have come to know that I can change because of the Savior's sacrifice on my behalf. I know that families can bring purpose and happiness in this life and in the life to come. And I know that God wants to communicate with us since we are His children. I have felt His guidance, His love, and His awareness of me and of those I love. These experiences have brought me peace and provided the direction I need to live a meaningful life.

How I live my faith

I have worked with children, youth, and women through various church assignments and callings. I find that God often gives me opportunities to serve that can bless others as well as my own life if I turn to Him and plead for His help and His blessings. As a stay-at-home mom, I feel that the most important place that I must live my faith is in my own home. I try to study the scriptures with my children in mind and tell them stories from the Bible and the Book of Mormon when we drive places or before they go to sleep. Yet, I am reminded on a regular basis that my young children are actually the ones that God has sent to teach me. They remind me to come unto Christ with faith and humility as only children can.