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Hi I'm Wendy

I am the seventh of eight kids. I'm a cake decorator, wife, and mother of two wild & wonderful boys. And I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area. I'm the seventh of eight kids, yes, all from the same parents. I had a great childhood, with wonderful parents who weren't afraid to work hard, set boundaries and expect great things from their children. I went to college and graduated with a degree in English. Despite that, my grammar is still horrible. But I do love to read! You can guarantee I'm part of a book club wherever I live. I also like to write. Whether or not it's any good, I do it anyway. I met my husband on a group blind date, he was my roommate's date. A year later we were married in the Oakland, CA LDS temple. I now live in Texas with my husband and two boys. My husband is an MD/PhD student at a medical school in Houston, which basically translates into him being an eternal student! Just kidding. We have two busy boys. My oldest is super sweet but unfortuately has a sensory integration disorder; requiring occupational, physical and speech therapy. He's a pretty normal child, just needs a little extra help. My younger son is free of those maladies but keeps me busy with his curiosity and fearless climbing! I come from a family of many talents and after feeling like I had no discernable talents (those piano lessons just never stuck) I decided to try my hand at cake decorating. Turns out, I LOVE it. I love to bake and cook, and although I never make the time for them anymore, I like to do sewing and craft projects as well. And, I love to smile.

Why I am a Mormon

I've known the church is true as far back as I can remember. Gratefully, I don't know anything different than living the gospel of Jesus Christ. So, it would be easy to say that I do it because that's what I've always done, but living the gospel is ANYTHING but easy. I know far too many that have had a brightly burning testimony that the Church is true but they stopped fueling the fire. Satan is so good at making the Lord's requirements--simple and hard alike--seem too time consuming, unimportant, or unattainable. I know because I've given in to those feelings more than once. But not being the Lord's side is harder than anything He might ask of you. Being a member will not guarantee you an easier life, but you'll have direction, peace in your heart and the Lord on your side. So, why do I stay a member? Why would go talk to a bishop and tell him things I have done wrong when that is so scary and hard to do? Why I do I "give up" my Sundays? Why do I spend so much time and money on lessons and meals and visits and more? Because I love my Savior. Because through the Holy Ghost I have been told that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is his one and only church. My mother passed away ten months ago. I love her so much. She is the best example of charity I have ever personally seen. I think the highest compliment I could get would be, "you are just like your mother." I want to be like her in every way. Do you have a person like that in your life? Well I submit to you that you want to be like them because they are like our Savior. Knowing my mother was like a window to understanding the nature of my Savior. The more I learn about the Savior the more I want to be like him. I want to have that pure love and perfect faith. And to see my loved ones again. All I hear from Satan is I'll never get there. But when I go to church, read the scriptures and listen to His prophet, I know this is how my loving Heavenly Father has provided a way back to Him again.

How I live my faith

I grew up in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and have been blessed to attend meetings regularly my whole life. But living my faith is so much more than church attendance. My earliest memories go something like this...look in the fridge and see yummy food, go to my mother and ask, "Is that for us? Can I have some?" Usually, the answer was 'no.' My mother was always making food for someone else and that is one of the most basic ways I learned to show my love for my Savior and for others around me, by meeting temporal, physical needs. Later, as a young woman I was given the chance to serve the other girls my age and really get outside myself. I tried to make sure they felt included and cared for at church and activities. In those difficult teen years the main way I clung to my faith was by not giving in to what looked desirable; by dressing modestly, having no friends instead of associating with kids with low standards, and not dating before age 16 were all (HARD) decisions I made so that I could stay on the Lord's side. Luckily, as I got older those types of temptations are no longer an issue. Now, well now it's the rolling out of bed on Sunday morning and getting the family ready for church. Boy, I consider it a triumph every week! But once I'm there I'm blessed by the association of good people and the chance to serve some more. In my adult life I've taught sunday school to the adults, I've taught lessons to and worked with the women, I've played with and taught the toddlers and young children and I've worked with the amazing teens of our church. Each time I'm asked to do something new, I am humbled with what my Heavenly Father has entrusted to my care. I've served a lot of ways and I haven't been perfect at any of them. But I think reflecting on what I learned about the scriptures, the gospel of Jesus Christ and about charity & loving people...it's obvious I gained more out of it than those I served.