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Hi I'm Jessica Moore

i grew up in Rocky Mountain House, Alberta, Canada. I play the French Horn. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I am a University student studying Music. I want to study Music Therapy. Music has been a comfort to me throughout my life, and I just need to share it. I am a classical performer, I play the French Horn, Trombone, Piano, and a little Guitar. I love to go hiking, fishing, swimming, really anything to do with mountain adventure and outdoors. I love repelling and rock climbing, cliff jumping and bungee jumping. My connection with nature and all of it's wonder is very strong. I love animals, trees, mountains...just everything. If I could describe myself in one word, I would have to say "Passionate." I love things..I don't "like" things. I go all out, I dive head first. I am preparing to serve a mission. I want to go where the Lord wants me to go. Also, I'm Canadian! That's very important to me...very dear to my heart. I love my country, and I believe it to be a land of promise.

Why I am a Mormon

I was born into this church. However, that does not mean I was guaranteed to accept it. I was encircled about with other's testimonies. I watched and listened as my family grew in the gospel. My older brothers were a perfect example for me. I think my first real testimony came from music. As I shared in "How I live my Faith" my brothers used to gather around the piano, with me in front, and sing songs together. They were like knights in shining armor. They were like stripling warriors, for those that get the reference. They were my body guards, my heroes, my first loves. Everything I did I wanted them to be proud of. As I stood there, with my brothers surrounding me, singing at the top of their lungs how they knew that God loved them....how could I not believe? Well...I did. However, I had my doubts. often, in fact, I would come to a piece of doctrine and say, "how does that make sense?" My family would then take me to the scriptures, and we'd find the answer together. When I turned 12, I started attending church camps and youth camps. One specifically is called EFY (Especially for Youth). At EFY they had songs prepared just for us in our day and time...and boy did they hit me hard. I have always struggled with some things...and these songs pinpointed everything. Now that I am an adult, my testimony has matured and grown into a solid foundational core of "Jessica." I have had my doubts. I have actually knelt, and asked God to tell me if this church was true. He said yes. I know this gospel is true. I know that Jesus Christ is our Savior and Redeemer. No..I really know it. I have felt the power of His Atonement. I have used it. I have needed it. I have felt his hand outstretched to me. I know that Joseph Smith is and was a prophet of God. Everything he did for this gospel was inspired by God. I know he translated the Book of Mormon. I know he restored the gospel to the earth. I know that the Book of Mormon is the word of God. I know this.

How I live my faith

I live my faith through my calling, through my work, and through my music. I am a youth Sunday School teacher, even though I'm only 19. I teach the 14-16 year olds. I have (usually) 4 girls that I teach. No boys. They are my pride and joy. I see them as my children, and my friends. Every Sunday I make knowledge available and present it to them so they can take it, and completely astound me with their insights. I honestly feel as if I'm just the one holding the books, and the spirit is the real teacher. I try my best to magnify my calling by bringing my girls gifts through hard weeks, asking them to take on responsibilities and present prepared insights in class, and earnestly seeking the Lord's guidance as I prepare my lessons. I work at a grocery store, working up the money to pay for a mission. However, even in my small circle of employees, I've found so many opportunities to share my beliefs and bring joy to those around me. There is a man I work with often who is not from Canada. He left his family in his home country, and is working in Canada. He has 3 jobs, and sleeps 1 hour a night. He is working up the money to go back to his home and give his family a better life. I thought this was so admirable and beautiful. What a wonderful father and husband. As I told him about my plans for the future, he started asking questions about "where I would be going on my mission," and "why I went to the University I did." I am confident he feels the spirit when I talk about my goals and desires for the future. Finally, my music. My music is the language of my faith. I have four older brothers, and no sisters. In family nights, we used to gather around the piano (which my mom played) and sing children hymns together. My brothers would sing so powerfully, and it was just... a circle of comfort and safety for me. The spirit was so strong. It was in those moments I first understood the love of God. Now I use my music to encircle others with this same feeling.