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Hi I'm Katherine Marie Robinson

My dream didn't come true. I've been given a better one. I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I have lived a hard life. Like the majority of children, I grew up in a torn and pieced together home. Luckily my mom found the church, and her decision to be baptized changed my life forever. I discovered during my primary years that I had a voice-and I wasn't afraid to use it. I became a singer, and my voice became everything to me. Not a minute passed that I wasn't singing a tune or had a melody swirling through my head. My success brought me to Brigham Young University where, against all the counseling of parents and friends, I tried out for the music ed program-and I didn't make it. It was the first time my voice had been rejected-but it wouldn't be the last. I mustered up the courage again to try out for the vocal performance program and dedicated myself to more practice and study. This was it. I had no backup plan because I was sure I wouldn't need one. This was all I ever wanted, and I was sure it was the right path for me. I remember the night the results were sent to me. With one page my dreams dissolved. The rejection, confusion, and anger raged in me for months after. I would not sing and had to hold back tears while conducting my ward in hymns every Sunday. I felt as though my identity had been lost. Then I received my answer. A very different road had been laid for me to follow, and it was one that involved the love of my life. My path was not toward time in the spotlight but rather to the Temple, where my real happiness would start.

Why I am a Mormon

I am a Mormon because I know my Savior lives. His hands are the ones that were pierced for my sins and yet His hands have blessed my life with endless opportunities for happiness and laughter. His hands have held me strong through trials. His hands are the ones that wrapped me up in love when I felt nothing but despair. His hands are the ones that reached out to me as I wandered down dark and dangerous paths. It was His hands who healed my aching heart. I testify that I have felt a real presence of the Savior in my life. I know that He willingly atoned for all sin because of His incomprehensible love for each and every one of us. I know that He smiles when we laugh for joy and that His tears accompany our own. I know that the Savior Jesus Christ is the head of this church. He has chosen a prophet to guide and counsel us in these very dangerous times. I know that Joseph Smith was a chosen prophet who restored the whole truth of the gospel to the earth. I know that by reading the 531 pages of the Book of Mormon one can come closer to God. I have read these pages multiple times and have received a reoccurring witness of their truth. I know that the keys of the priesthood have been restored to the earth today and that they are used to lead the church, heal the sick, and seal families forever. I know that I have been blessed with a family here on earth that I can be sealed to for time and all eternity. I know that if I live worthy I can enjoy the riches of the Kingdom of God with my loved ones. That knowledge is what brings a smile to my face everyday and that has become my focus. I know that someday I will come face to face with my Savior and my Heavenly Father. I hope that on that day I will be worthy to stand sure and hear the words "Well done my good and faithful servant."

How I live my faith

As I have lived my faith, my faith has helped me live. I grew up in an area with a low population of members. Living my faith was difficult as I faced peer pressures, family problems, and life's many trials. I found that it was easiest to live according to the gospel standards when I was fulfilling my callings. They set high expectations for me and my conduct. I wanted to be the best I could for those around me. I wanted to be a role model for my wayward younger sister. Many times I fell below the mark. But the love that I felt from my Savior and branch family helped me stand taller again. In school it became increasingly difficult to defend my beliefs and standards. Looking back I have come to realize it was the hard things that I did that made me stronger. Driving to seminary at 6 am with winds in the negative degrees biting through my jacket and then staying up an extra hour for family prayer and personal scripture study were some of the trials that built me up. Facing constant ridicule and temptation in school only made me stronger. Those situations taught me how to hold firm in the midst of a raging tempest. When I was blind to this fact I would become bitter for the seemingly endless amount of trials I faced. I could not find rest; it was tiring, but it forced me to make a decision. I had to live my faith or be plowed over by the world. I am thankful now for the strength I have obtained through my constant need to hold my course. I chose to live my faith, and by doing so I have lived in far greater happiness.