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Hi I'm Elise

I'm an engineering student. I'm a wife and mother. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I grew up in a big family with eight kids, and most of my childhood was spent in the deep South. I excelled in school, actively participated in church and school activities, and loved going on road trips with my family. When I graduated from high school, I was determined to be self-sufficient and to pay for things myself, rather than depending on my parents. My first semester away from home I overbooked myself by trying to take to many classes and work too many jobs. I learned that I have very real limits, but also that I can take care of myself. As the semesters passed, I fell in love, got married, and a baby. I have a couple semesters left at this point, and my baby comes with me to campus, where friends and family help watch him while I'm in class. I am learning again about my limits, as I'm again trying to take classes and work jobs, and this time with a baby in tow. Time and money are tight, but somehow things have always worked out. I know for sure that I could never manage any of this by myself, and I am so, so grateful for all those who help me, from a stranger who opens a door when I'm pushing a stroller to my Heavenly Father up above, who gives me strength every day to do just a little better than the day before.

Why I am a Mormon

I was blessed to be born to goodly parents, who taught me many valuable things and raised me within the church. I remember feeling the Spirit confirm to me their lessons, a warm feeling that confirmed to me that these are good things. I have many little moments scattered throughout my memories, but one that stands out in particular was during my senior year of high school. I had just finished taking a test one day during the weeks of college applications, and I put my head down and tried, with much anxiety, to try to figure out mentally how I was going to pay for college, how I would be okay so far away from my family, how I would know which major I really wanted to pursue, and a lot of other little things. As I was going through all these things in my mind, I started to offer a silent prayer that somehow things would come together, and all at once a serene calm swept through my body, and I knew that Heavenly Father knew of my concerns, and that I would be taken care of. Things would be okay. I was in the right place, I was doing the right things, and I just needed to trust in the Lord and let go of the rest. I know this wasn't a direct confirmation of the Book of Mormon, the prophet Joseph Smith, or the the Restoration. My testimony of these things was built a little at a time as I studied them and lived the principles they taught. I know that Jesus is the Christ, and I know that He loves all His children. I believe that all people seek truth, and I know that the Spirit testifies of all truth, wherever it is found. I know the Book of Mormon to be a true testament of Christ, a second witness to act as a companion to the Bible. I know that evil things cannot bring forth good fruit, and that I have seen many good fruits come forth from living the principles of the gospel. I know that temples are sacred, beautiful, peaceful places, houses of the Lord, and I am so grateful for the teachings and the promises contained therein.

How I live my faith

My days, like most people's, are full with all sorts of responsibilities to school, to work, to my family, to my community, and to my faith. We're all busy. But every day is full of little opportunities to help others, to pick the better choice, and to become a little more like Christ. I live my faith through these little moments. I try to reach out to my neighbors, to know their names, who they are, what they like, what they might need, and how I might be able to help them. In most cases, a friendly smile and a brief exchange as we pass on the stairs is sufficient. Other times I can help watch kids, lend a stick of butter, help carry groceries to a third floor apartment, bring a meal when they're sick or otherwise in need, or just be a friend to listen to how their day went. I also try to participate in service activities set up by my school, although that has become challenging to accomplish with a baby. Sometimes the one who needs serving is me, and I am grateful for those who help and for the things I can do to help them in return.