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Hi I'm Trevor

I'm a Civil Engineering student, a newly married man, and a Mormon.

About Me

After my mother developed a mental illness in my early childhood, my parents were separated before I was eight years old. I grew up raised entirely by my father, who suffered a series of painful reversals throughout my adolescence; my brother has lost his faith, and my stepbrother similarly wanders, but I remain a Mormon. I served a mission with the Mormon Church in southern Peru, taking two years out of my life to teach the good people there about God, Christ, and how they restored their Gospel to mankind again in these Latter Days. I met many excellent people and had the privilege of helping some of them begin their lifelong journey towards Christ. I had barely been back for a month, when I went to a Church social activity at my family's home in Idaho, and met Samantha Larsen. At first, I wasn't expecting too much to come of it - I was going back to Utah to study in just a month - but things developed very rapidly between us, and we were married by August. Now I go to Brigham Young University, a college sponsored by the Church, and I'm studying Civil Engineering. I expect to graduate with my BS in April, 2015. I've always liked math and science, and I look forward to the opportunity that engineering will be to use these principles to make this world just a little bit better place for us to live. I'm not perfect - I never said I was. I hope you don't expect that of me or anyone else. But I am trying to be better every day of my life. And that makes all the difference.

Why I am a Mormon

I was born a Mormon - I guess that helps. But I have had to make the decision, many times throughout my life, to continue to be a Mormon, and to redefine what that means to me. Through my adolescence, a number of family and personal trials led to a crisis of faith - I had to decide if I would continue to believe in what I had been taught throughout my life. Earlier, though, I had read the Book of Mormon - Mormonism's companion volume to the Bible - and prayed to God to know if it were true. I felt warm and good, and took that as a sign from God that the Book of Mormon came from Him, was inspired of Him, and could be accepted as true. When the trials of my faith came, I blinked, but I didn't quite buckle. I considered that I was deceiving myself. But I couldn't just throw it all away at the time; maybe there was no reason for me to hold on, other than the fact that the life of the unbeliever looked incredibly bleak and hopeless to me. So I held on to what I thought I believed and trusted in whatever God was out there. On my mission, though I eventually reached a point of desperation, where I had to kneel, and plead with God to reveal Himself to me, if He was there. I promised whoever was listening that I would faithfully follow whatever response I got: that if there was no God out there and no one listening, I would finish my mission without much enthusiasm and leave the Church, surely to the dismay of family and friends; but if there were a God out there, and He heard me, I would come to know Him and dedicate my life to serving Him. Well, there is a God in heaven. I learned it that day. I felt Him express His love to me that day, while I was on my knees, and I know it wasn't my own mental voice that told me that. I know He was certainly proud of me and happy that I was where I was. The rest of my life since then has taught me more and more about Him and how He truly is. But because of what happened that morning, in a quiet room in southern Peru, I am a Mormon.

How I live my faith

I live my faith every day, in every way that I can. First and foremost, I pray every morning and every night, with rare exceptions, and over all my meals. I find that doing this helps me recognize and be grateful for God's blessings to me in my life. I also feel that it helps me feel God's presence with me throughout the day; when I neglect my prayers, especially in the morning, I often feel like something's missing. I spend time on a regular basis - usually monthly - visiting others of my faith and trying to fulfill my Christian duty to "watch over and strengthen the Church." Sometimes I find that just the visit does much to lift their spirits, and they are glad to know that someone still cares enough to stop by and ask how they're doing. I try to take every opportunity that I find myself in just to talk about my beliefs - about God, Christ, why religion is necessary, where we go when we die, what God's plan is for us, or anything else that presents itself. I try never to miss an opportunity to let people around me know that I'm a Mormon, or to invite them to learn a little more about what I've learned and how. As mentioned previously, I spent two years dedicated entirely to preaching and teaching the Gospel in Peru. Every moment was spent living my faith, somehow related to bringing others towards Christ and a better life. I've had various other opportunities to serve in years past - from fulfilling administrative positions in the local Church congregation, to volunteering my time to teach classes in Church; from planning and organizing events, to passing the sacrament of the Lord's Supper to members of the congregation. Throughout it all, I've tried to be humble, and remember that I'm a worker in the Lord's vineyard, and that any talents I have come from Him, and not from myself.