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Hi I'm Robyn

I grew up moving across the United States. I'm a musician and an aspiring composer, and I'm a Mormon.

About Me

Hi, I'm Robyn. I am going on a mission to Orlando, Florida, in November. I'm very excited, especially to be called to serve speaking Spanish. Not that I'm bilingual, but I know I'm going to be. I have a ridiculously large family that I love dearly. I play a decent piano, and a couple of other instruments (but none of them extremely noteworthy), and love music of all sorts. But who doesn't? I'm really into cultural studies, (enough to venture it as my major), and I recently got my passport, so I hope to travel a lot more.

Why I am a Mormon

I was born and raised in a family that really loved the Church. I didn't even bother questioning if it was true for most of my life. I was content to just follow everybody else, because it was fine, normal, and I knew no other way. When I was in the middle of my teenage hood two of my very favorite family members decided that they no longer wanted to be affiliated with the Church of Jesus Christ Latter-Day Saints. Things became very tense for a long while, and it led me to wonder whether or not I wanted to actually consider myself a "Mormon." I then spent several of months in religious apathy. It's not that I disliked my church or anything, but I assumed that if Heavenly Father really wanted me in this specific Church, he would tell me so. Literally. I was waiting for the heavens to part, a voice to fill my soul, and a miraculous revelation that would tell me that the Church was true. Needless to say, I would've probably waited forever. But, one summer my family decided to get together with some other relatives and spend a week in a cabin in Nauvoo, Illinois. (the early members of the Church settled there in 1939, and left after intense persecution and the death of Joseph Smith) I don't remember exactly when it was, but somewhere while touring old buildings and just enjoying the random greenery, I realized I was completely and totally at peace. It reminded me very clearly of was when I was a kid, and I would sit on the vent with the heat on, under a two super thick blankets, during the first snowstorm of the season. Except, this was on the inside. While I may be horribly ineloquent, I know that this feeling was a type of message from above. I don't know how I knew, but I did. It was a feeling that came with the knowledge that I was in the right place. I knew the Church was true, and that it was something very special in my life, that wasn't worth letting go. Since then, my testimony of the Church has only become stronger. I know it, and I love it.

How I live my faith

I currently teach 6 and 7 year olds during church, and I absolutely love them. I'm so completely excited to see them every Sunday, as they are me (which helps make it more than worth it). And! I'll be leaving this November to be a Missionary of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (La Iglesia de Jesucristo de los Santos de los Últimos Días in Spanish! I'm so excited!) and I'll be serving for 18 months! I'll be able to focus on serving the Lord and His people with all my heart, might, mind, strength, and time.