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Hi I'm Laura

I'm youngest in a family of 9. I'm a college student. I study nutrition. And I am a Mormon.

About Me

My childhood was the greatest. I grew up in the beautiful heat of Orlando, Florida and spent as many days possible outside with friends and family. Oh, how great those days were! We used to play two-hand touch football, and, looking back now I understand how patient and loving my family was. They would hand the ball over to me and let me run into the end zone, all the while making me feel like I was truly so good at football. It worked. I fully believed I was the MVP of the team back in those days, those days of fun and dirt and running around barefoot. Not much has changed throughout the years. I still love running around barefoot. Though, now it's through grassy Missouri fields and only when "appropriate." And even more importantly, my family still builds my confidence by lending their support in whatever way they can. They supported me through my return to public school after being home schooled. They supported me, unappreciated though they were, through my bout with anorexia. They have given support through other health problems and through college. And they currently support me in many ways, especially in my decision to serve a church mission. It'll be strange to leave them behind, just like it'll be strange to not ride horses, hold children, bridge jump, and run races, because these things are all a part of who I am. But sacrifice and service are parts of me, too, parts of me that my family is supporting all the way to the Domincan Republic for the next 1 1/2 years.

Why I am a Mormon

I am a Mormon because I have felt the love of God in my life as I have studied and pondered and prayed. As I have applied the principles and doctrines taught in "the mormon church," I have become happier, more selfless, kind, diligent, determined, temperate, and a host of other good things. The gospel stirs constant desires to become better and to strive to be the best person you can be, to be the person God knows you can become. Knowing that I am a daughter of God, that we are all children of God, gives confidence and hope for the future and gives me strength at all times, especially in the low times of my life. He doesn't expect me to be perfect and I shouldn't expect that either. But knowing I can come to him and right all of my wrongs, be forgiven, and move forward with a clean slate is the best gift any of us has ever received. I have felt myself spiritually progress as I have felt remorse for wrongs, prayed and pleaded, studied the scriptures, spoken with my bishop, and righted wrongs. And I have felt the overwhelming love of God encircle about me in forgiveness. God heals me. He loves me. He is always there for me and he is there for all of us. We simply have to seek him. We have to talk to him. We have to live the way that he wants us to live. We have to get on our knees and plead with true intent for his forgiveness. We must look to our Savior and to his sacrifice upon the cross and use his atonement. Not just once. Not just when we think we've done something infamous. We must use it always. We must dust ourselves off, allow him to carry us, and constantly strive to be better than we were yesterday. This is what I have done as a Mormon. It is what I do; and it is what I will always do because it brings the love of God and his everlasting joy.

How I live my faith

"Tiptat. Tiptat." The sound of rain pattered at the window as my sagging eyes yawned awake to the "Ring! Ring!" of the alarm clock. I lazily rolled over and peeked out through the blinds just to be certain. Yup, just as expected; the world outside was being covered in a mystical dew amidst the peaceful gray sky. 'Mmmm, how perfect,' I mused while thoughts of banana pancakes and cozying up in the big arm chair downstairs ran through my mind. My thoughts drifted to how long I'd have alone in the house as my blue eyes grazed over the alarm clock again. 10:05am. Still a good 6 hrs or so of relaxation. 'Wait. 10:05am on Saturday….wasn't there something I was supposed to…' "Dang it!" 'I promised to help that girl I met at church move to her new apartment today.' The minutes felt forever long as a version of the devil vs. the angel on the shoulder scenario bombarded my conscience. The battle ensued. 'It would be so easy to make up an excuse. I could just text her that I'm not feeling well. Or maybe I can help her tomorrow. But her contract with her old place is up today and she has to get everything out and to her new place.' "Ugh…" My left arm lazily flops across my body and eventually pushes up with just enough strength to roll my body up onto the edge of the bed. 'So much for relaxation,' I grumble internally. The drive was 30 minutes and seemed forever long in such a comatose state of wakefulness. But I eventually arrived to the scene of my new friend struggling to shove an oversized lounge chair into a tall truck. After multiple failed efforts she sunk down on the ground in a light sob of defeat. My heart softened as I watched her. 'Thank you dear Lord for helping me choose to be here. She needs help.' Feelings of love and warmth for my friend radiated through me as I drove home later that evening. 'This is what Christ's gospel is all about,' I mused, 'selfless service and love.'