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Hi I'm Gabby

I'm a BYU - Hawaii peacebuilder. I believe chicken soup can cure any ill. I love to play music. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I love to play music, whether it's the guitar, piano, ukulele, or just singing to myself. I also love to write. Poetry is an especially potent medium to me. I had been attending Brigham Young University - Hawaii, studying intercultural communication and peace, until a little more than a year ago, when I decided to take time out to prepare myself to serve a mission. My older sister got back a couple months after that and, together, we left our little hometown in Southern Indiana and headed out for Utah, where we've been ever since. Recently, I received my mission call. I will be serving in the Chiclayo, Peru mission. I leave in 9 days! :)

Why I am a Mormon

When I was younger, I was a bit of an existential child. I would spend car rides staring out of the window, asking myself why and how life and existence meant anything at all. It got to the point that, as an 6 to 10-year-old, I struggled with bouts of depression, feelings of hopelessness, and so on. I was raised in the church, but when older members of my church would express their deepening relationship with the Lord and the joy they'd found in the gospel, it felt like they were speaking a foreign language. I didn't know what on earth they were talking about. I felt none of the feelings they described. I remember one night after attending church, with wet cheeks, I taped a note to my mom's bathroom mirror informing her that I didn't know that the church, or the gospel, or any of it was true. I ended up being late for school the next morning as she held me, assuring me that it was alright if I didn't; that I was still a good kid. She never told me that I would grow to understand or that I should seek it out. Just that it was okay. At age 12, I went to a girls camp held by the church. Suddenly, it wasn't older men and women of the church that were capable of speaking what I felt was a foreign language. It was spoken by girls my own age! "If they know it, why don't I?" I wondered. When I went home, this phenomenon rested heavily on my mind. I recall waking up one morning with the full realization that if I was a member of this church, I should find out for myself if it was true. That Fall, I started middle school for the first time, all with this newly discovered desire to live my religion as an experiment to see if it was true. I lost friends--a lot of them. Every day was a struggle, I felt as though I was literally surviving on faith alone. I remember walking through my school cafeteria praying, "I'm doing it. I haven't received an answer yet, and that's okay. Just promise that one will come, okay?" One did come--not all at once. But little by little, it came.

How I live my faith

I have served the church in a variety of capacities, which include leading music, teaching classes, and organizing activities. I adore donating to my local blood bank. I feel like there are few other ways to give a part of yourself to another person in such a literal way. It's such an intimate way to save a life. I've also been in the leadership of my school's chapter of ONE, a nonprofit organization that raises awareness for the problems caused by international poverty. While at school, I also volunteered at a local high school as an instructor for their winter guard (which is the kind of solo career of flag spinners in marching bands). Also! I helped to start an organization that collects and redistributes unwanted, reusable items to students and community members in need. The name of the project was "Give and Take." It was kind of like a community-wide Goodwill except it was all for free.