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Hi I'm Rachel

I'm a working mom with two young sons. I live in a small Ohio town. At the age of twenty, I became a Mormon.

About Me

I'm a 31-year-old mother of two bright, talented sons - age 8 and 2. My career for the past 11 years has been in Human Resources, where I currently work as a Generalist in an area Hospital. When I'm not working, I'm busy keeping up on household chores, feeding the family, running errands - typical working mom stuff. My husband and I often feel that we spend most of our time driving our boys around to their activities - baseball, soccer, wrestling, guitar practice, cub scouts, etc. I have goals in this life that I would love to accomplish. I want more children. I want to learn to play the piano. I want to further develop some artistic ability I had when I was younger. Over the past two years, I have started writing fiction, and I'm in the process of completing an additional college degree. I have no idea where my life will lead me, but I look forward to the experiences I will have and the growth and memories that will come as a result.

Why I am a Mormon

I grew up in a Christian home. Although the standards that my parents kept for us were fairly strict, we didn't attend church on a regular basis. My dad was raised Catholic; my mom grew up in a devout Brethern-in-Christ family. My dad was disenchanted with the religion he grew up with. It seemed that every church we attended began with high hopes of it being a "home" for us. We rarely went to the same church twice, other than when we visited my granparents, who attended the same Brethern-in-Christ church since my grandpa was little. It was nice feeling like there was a church family there who knew me and cared for me. As I became a teenager, I began taking part in things that I hope my own kids never do - smoking, drinking, and occassionally, drugs. I still considered myself Christian, and didn't think there was too much wrong with what I was doing. As I graduated and began attending college, I started getting uneasy inside. I was worried about how many people I knew spoke about a "personal relationship" with God, and I knew I didn't have it. I was terrified that I didn't feel the way I knew others said I should about God. During college, my cousin and I lived next door to some Mormon missionaries who were the same age as us. There were a lot of rules that they had that I didn't understand - why in the world they had to be together all the time, weren't supposed to come in my apartment, etc. But they became great, great friends. And in turn, I began to be invitied into the lives of the members of the ward. I had no intention of learning the religion that they practiced. But I was so impressed with the difference of atmosphere in their homes vs. the home I was raised in. No one pushed religion on me, they just befriended me. I began to feel the spirit that I been devoid of for the first 20 years of my life. Basic parts of the LDS religion made sense to me - that families could be together forever, that people are lead by God today the same as in times past.

How I live my faith

In my eleven years as a Mormon, I have had my ups and downs. My husband has somewhat of a belief in God, but that's about as far as it goes for him. He attends church every other week just during sacrament. It has been very trying for me to balance my church activity with a spouse who accepts my faith, but doesn't necessarily encourage my involvement. For the past five years, I have served as the leader over the children aged 18 months to 12 years old. So I organize all the teachers, music, cub scouts, activities, programs, etc. It has been a great way for me to learn scripture stories that I didn't learn too well as a youth myself. The program has been great for my sons, and I get the opportunity to be a part of that for many of God's children. Often times, they are a great example to me. Although I definitely did NOT enjoy public speaking in the past, over the years I have come to enjoy being asked to speak in church. Instead of being nervous, I'm eager to share the insights that I have learned from my specific trials in life. In all aspects of my church service, it has served to both help others, as well as stretch and shape my own life. I have met very special people who have been great examples of Christ. The ones that have impacted me the most are ones who have been burdoned with physical conditions that cause them constant pain, who by most standards would be considered poverty-stricken, and yet continue to serve much more diligently than I. Their sacrifice helps me try to give more of my time and talents in service of my Heavenly Father. I look forward to the increased understanding that will come with time and obedience. I humbly wish to share the love that I have felt from my Heavenly Father, and to let others know that they too can have all that He has to give. As a loving parent, He wants to give us all He has. My end goal is to be able to look on the faces of my Heavenly Father and Jesus. I can't imagine anything more fulfilling.

How can we increase our faith in Jesus Christ?

I'm a firm believer that our faith can't grow unless it's tried. Every time I've had a difficult issue in front of me, I'm tempted to deal with it in the way I think is best. In one particular instance, I prayed about something for several years. I did many things to try to solve this problem, and nothing worked. It consumed me. One morning I knelt in prayer and told Heavenly Father that I knew He has a plan for me, and although I desperately wanted this blessing that I sought, I wanted His will to be done. And, I really MEANT it. Within two minutes, my prayer was answered with the blessing that I had sought for nearly four years. Two blue lines appeared on the pregnancy test. Although not always this dramatic, I've had other rich blessings that have followed trials. Each of them have caused me to cling to the gospel and prayer, and also required that I put blind trust in my Heavenly Father. EVERY TIME I have been faithful, the result has been more amazing that any outcome that I envisioned. God wants us to trust Him. Sometimes it takes hard trials to bring us to our knees. I have come to be thankful for the hardships that I have been asked to bear because they have each humbled me and helped me feel even more love than I thought possible. First you have to know what God wants you to do. This comes from scripture study and prayer. Then you have to do it, no matter how hard it is. As you continue this pattern, your faith will increase. You'll see the miracles every day. Show more Show less