Hi I'm Grace
I am half-Filipina. Solving a Rubik's Cube is on my Bucket list. I have a tendency to laugh in awkward situations. I am a Mormon.
I was born in the South, but you couldn't tell from my extremely nonexistent accent. I moved halfway across the world when I was three, and learned how to make friends with the trees in the Pacific Northwest. I am a lover of nature, and receive much inspiration for my poems and songs when I'm surrounded by things like the ocean, or beautiful sunsets. I am a sophomore in high school and aim to serve a mission when I'm 21. I'm rather crazy, and can't help living life to the fullest.
Why I am a Mormon
For me, the question hasn't been why have I chosen to be a member of His church, but why have I decided to stick with it. The answer is simple: I know that this church is true. It is one of the only things I am completely sure about. This knowing, it's the kind that gets you every time, almost like a sunrise. You see it, and every time you say to yourself, "Wow. This is what happiness feels like. There's no way I'll be able to see and feel something like this again." But, much to your delight, twilight brings a sunset that steals your breath and keeps that fire burning in your soul. That's how I feel about this amazing Gospel. That's why I keep going to church every Sunday. If I didn't, I would miss so many precious moments. A child bearing their testimony; a friend praying to their Father in Heaven for the very first time; the look in a person's eyes that speaks far better than words ever could, saying: “Yes. I feel that same sweet Spirit, too.” I was not brought up in the Gospel, and I've always had a choice between staying or leaving. And yet, I'm still here. I'm still here, bearing my testimony of the truthfulness of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. The Gospel brings a joy so full, so eternal, so immensely spectacular that at times, it’s all I can do to go on my knees and thank the Lord for His mercy—His salvation. Read the Book of Mormon. Give this Gospel a chance. Only you can determine for yourself if what I am saying is true. It's your choice, just like it was mine. But let me tell you, it was worth it.
How I live my faith
I am a Latter-Day Saint always. I never stop to take a break or be someone else for a while. Every Sunday, I go to church with people who believe exactly as I do. And every Monday through Friday, I go to school, where Latter-Day Saints are mocked and ridiculed for believing in something more important than that dance on Friday night, or the juiciest gossip of the week. But I am not afraid. What do I have to fear from people who are no better than you or I? I live my faith by my example. I do not cave in to the peer pressures at school, and almost every week, I find myself defending the one thing that always gives me happiness: my religion. I have grown more by this constant bigotry than I would have without it, and for that I am eternally grateful. This gospel gives me the strength to live in the world, but never of the world. Knowing that Jesus Christ has suffered for my every ache, pain, temptation, loneliness, fear, and doubt gives me the strength and fortitude to defend His sacred name. I live my faith each day at a time, striving to make each moment as precious as if it were my last, and defending my faith as if Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father were standing there beside me, looking on.