Hi I'm Jessica
I lived in Utah pretty much my whole life. Except when I worked at Walt Disney World. I'm a Mormon.
I am a full-time mother, and I love it. I married to a full-time student going into engineering and a part time worker as a tutor. We have two girls and a little boy all under the age of 6. I love being creative and following those who are creative. I've taken an interest in sewing, and while I'm not a professional by all means, I love doing it. I love to read good books. Sometimes I get carried away with them and am forgetful of my obligations, so I have to limit myself when it come to reading. Being at home a lot can get to me sometimes so I am grateful to the many kind neighbors we have. I love all of the playdates we go on because it helps my children gain social skills while I get to use more of my "grown-up" language. I am really striving to look at the good all around me and to laugh more. I find that it helps with those stressful days. and boy does our family receive a good many of those. I am grateful for my wonderful husband and his strength , kindness and humor. I am thankful for my family (blood family, ward family, and community family). And I am grateful for this gospel to carry me.
Why I am a Mormon
I grew up in the gospel. I have always known it to be true. Which means the advisory wanted to work hard on me. I was called "molly Mormon" many years and then struck out on my own, away from family and a ward family. Justifications were made and I fell like anyone will without sticking to the corner stone. I felt empty and alone, even though I was surrounded by good (non-Mormons) people. I started with the basics again. I read my scriptures, and whenever work would allow I went to church. I came across a section in Doctrine and Covenants about the temple; the one thing that I was striving for before I left Utah clicked in my brain, "I wanted a temple marriage." I wanted an everlasting marriage to the worthy priesthood holder I would marry. I wanted my family to be eternal. I wanted to be nearer to my Heavenly Father. The winding road I was on would not take me there. I began to pray more earnestly. I stayed friends with the group I was hanging out with, but I hung out with them less knowing that they wouldn't be able to help me reach my goals. I knew it was time to come home. I went through the penitent walk of repentance. I know this gospel is true with all of my heart. My Father in Heaven has sent me a witness of the Holy Ghost and because of the Holy Ghost I know that not only am I forgiven but that I am loved. My Father in Heaven loves me as I know he loves all of his children. I know that my Redeemer lives. And I am thankful for His life of Love and Miracles, and especially for His sacrifice for all mankind. I know that this is the true church, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and I am truly grateful to be apart of it. I look forward to the coming of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and I hope to see you there.
How I live my faith
I love being a good neighbor. We live in an area where many families are students. We are one them. We see them come and unpack and then they pack up and leave. Some stay as long years permit, while others have gone within months. I can tell it is hard on the ward family, especially those who stay permanently. My children are very useful when meeting the neighbors. They go and knock on the door with their adorable faces and ask the person if they can play. I get to introduce us and get to know them. Most of them become good friends. I love being with the youth in church. Every chance I get if someone asks if I can teach their little childrens class I take it (my other calling permitting). I enjoy helping to keep track of some of the ladies in our ward. I get to go and visit three ladies and feel useful (hopefully they enjoy my company too). I also get to be a helper to the Lady over all of the gals in our ward. I love having a small chat with them to see if life is going pleasant and yes even unpleasant. If all is well I am thankful for the blessings that they are receiving. If it is not going so well, I am thankful that I can be of some service, whether of myself or directing their needs to others. Being in a ward is like family. It is my family. They do so much for me, especially since I am further away from family. I love the community we live in. It is so diverse. I love teaching my children how to love everyone, and to stay true to themselves.