What Is a Church Community?
Loading.....

The video player could not be built.

Do you want to chat with a missionary?

We are happy to answer any questions you may have. Start a chat or call us at 1-888-537-6600.

Hi I'm Jenna

My life started out bumpy, but ended up very happy. I grew up in multiple states around the US, and my joy is in being a Mormon.

About Me

My mom was raised in an LDS home, but left the church when she was twenty. She married a guy who was a big mistake, and after she had my brother and me, they divorced. She married another guy who was a drunk and extremely violent. My brother and I were often at the hospital getting stitches and it was a very scary time for our family. When I was five, my mom took us and ran away. I occasionally attended church with my mother, but I didn't understand what it was. It wasn't until I was older, and my mom made a huge turn around in her life, that we took church seriously. I was like a brand new member at eleven years old, when we started going to church every week. Life took a complete turn for the better for us because we were happy -- there was peace. I felt better about myself and started picturing the kind of adult I wanted to become. Since then, I have served a full-time mission, married Andy, my best friend in the whole world, and we have four really fun, energetic kids that make everyday new and interesting. My husband serves in our local community as bishop of our congregation, and I teach Sunday school for the adorable 3 and 4 year old children. We love to laugh, sing, watch movies, play at the park, swim, toss a frisbee, and spend time together as a family. We try not to take life too seriously and are absolutely delighted we get to be a part of this super fun family. If I were to give my life a motto, it would have to be "Your past doesn't have to dictate your future."

Why I am a Mormon

I was desperate to know if the Church was true, specifically, if The Book of Mormon was true. I was in college and a friend of mine who was of a different faith asked me to come to a church service of hers so I accepted. The female minister spoke about facades and that everyone has them. She said we are all fake and only God knows who's real and who's faking it. What she said really hit me, and at that moment I realized I didn't know for absolute certainty that The Book of Mormon was true. I remembered immediately, right there in that meeting, a scripture in the Bible. James 1:5, it says, "If any of you lack wisdom, let him as of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not, and it shall be given him." I absolutely believed that. I waited until I got home. I was sick to my stomach, I remember. My family wasn't home. I had planned on talking to my mom or someone about it. But since I was alone, I instead ran to my bedroom and knelt down by my bed. I absolutely, right then, needed God to tell me what His thoughts were about The Book of Mormon-- is it true? I could never find the words to describe what my heart experienced at that moment, but it is, and will forever be, the most sacred moment of my life. I know that God knows that The Book of Mormon is true. I have felt His Sprit entwine with my own, and never could I ever doubt the truthfulness of The Book of Mormon and of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. After that singular experience it has left a profound mark on my life that has guided my relationship with God. Even after my experience with Him, I've had tremendous hardships and I've even had the feeling of, "Why is God doing this to me?" But in getting to know Him through reading my scriptures, intimate prayer, and doing what He asks, I've come to understand, He does nothing TO us. Life just happens. But he's anxious to have us run to Him and lighten our heavy loads, which He does, through Jesus Christ.

How I live my faith

I love God. He gets a really bad rap for being this mean, uncaring, all-powerful, trouble-making tester of mankind. Each day that I wake up, I think of Him because I can hear my kids laughing, I hear my husband snoring, I see the roof over my head, hear my neighbors mowing their lawn. I thank Him. I know there are millions who don't have what we do. As a kid, I lived in squalor, fear, poverty and I didn't even know there was any God, but I can look back on that horrible time and remember specific things that I know now were God's hand working to comfort, protect, heal, and help us. As a parent, I live my life as a Mormon helping our kids see the good that God does, and try to be that good. It's not uncommon for us to help others by bringing them dinner when they are sick, visiting those who are lonely or sad, or sharing our belongings with those who don't have enough. When we don't have enough ourselves, we pray for those we wish we could help. We live everyday wanting to uplift the cynical world we live in and to be a positive influence in a world of confusion. We look for ways to help others, even if it's a quick smile or a silent prayer. I love being a Mormon and anyone who knows us, knows our faith because we love it and want everyone to have the peace and joy we get from living the gospel.