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Hi I'm Janaye Jones

I'm an Arizona citrus farmer, an ASU Physics student, an avid swing dancer, an armature Jeweler and I am a Mormon.

About Me

I grew up on a small citrus farm where I learned to work hard from a young age. As I grew older I became very prideful in my physical abilities and dreamed of one day becoming an Olympic athlete, but my dreams came crashing down when I developed Juvenile myoclonic epilepsy at age 15. I was forced to quit pole vaulting, the greatest sport ever invented in my opinion, for my safety, I was told I might never be able to drive or be completely independent for that matter. I was heartbroken. Everything about myself that I had once taken pride in, my athleticism, my strength and my independence, was suddenly ripped away from me. I was down and in the dumps, when one day my seminary teacher gave a lesson on how our trials are for our benefit. From that day forward I was determined to not let my epilepsy be my weakness, but that I would rise up to be strong and independent anyway. My epilepsy has taught me many things such as humility, faith, how to rely on the lord, and about what is truly important in life. Because of my epilepsy, I discovered and cultivated talents I never knew I had. I am no longer an athlete, but I found out that I was artistic and excelled at Jewelry and Stained glass; I discovered that I was smart with a thirst for knowledge and could easily earn A’s if I tried; I discovered my will power, my love for dealing with people, and my passion for Physics. I know that God blessed me with epilepsy so that I could become so much more then I had ever aspired to be.

Why I am a Mormon

I feel like, in my case, this section would be better titled “why I am STILL a Mormon.” I was born into the church; I grew up with the gospel permeating every detail of my life. Now, growing up I never resented the church’s teachings or anything but I was always kind of indifferent about it. I was told the church was true, I accepted it and moved on. I never had a big “Ah Ha!” moment, or an experience that changed me forever and gave me an instant testimony. My testimony of the truthfulness of this gospel came painfully slow, so slow in fact that at one point I wondered if I would ever have a testimony. I was doing all the right things to gain one; I was praying often, reading the scriptures daily, always going to church and seminary, I had the desire for a testimony and yet nothing. I did not feel like the church was untrue but I did not have a burning testimony that it was true. Only after I had entered into my late teens did I look back and finally recognize all the tinny things that combined together to let me know that what I believed in was in-fact true. I had watched the presence of the gospel save lives and I had watched the absence of it ruin others. I had seen the effects of sin both spiritually and physically and knew that the commandments made both logical and spiritual sense. I had witnessed tinny miracles throughout my life and the lives of others, and I had felt the presence and absence of the spirit and could tell the difference. It was then that I realized that I had had a testimony all along, one that had grown ever so slowly through my daily experiences until I could not deny what I knew to be true. I am not a Mormon because it is habit, nor am I Mormon because I have never had reason to doubt (because trust me I have), I am Mormon because I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Church of Jesus Christ of Laterday Saints is Heavenly Father’s true church hear on the earth.

How I live my faith

Sometimes having faith and trusting in God can be hard. But keeping an eternal perspective definitely makes it a little easier. Remembering that this life is so short compared to all of eternity and that every trial I go through is strengthening me and preparing me for the next life, is sometimes the only way I can make it through the day. It also helps to remind myself that in the Premortal existence I knew what my trials would be and I accepted them, knowing that I could overcome them with the lords help. My faith definitely started as a mustard seed, but with each tiny leap of faith I find that my trust in my loving Heavenly Father grows exponentially. As a Physics Major I have faced many days when loads of homework and projects with impending deadlines seem to be suffocating me; despair starts to set in and I know I’m in for a couple all-nighters. At times like that it is too easy to forget to say my daily prayers, to brush off scripture study, to skip Institute or do homework on Sunday. Such behavior creates a gap between Heavenly father and me and only adds to my feelings of despair. Once I was given a promise that if I drew close to my Father in heaven, by going to institute and especially kept the Sabbath day holy, that I would be blessed to succeed academically. It was defiantly hard; there were times where I knew logically that if I did not do my homework on Sunday or instead of Institute that I would not be able to finish it. Yet when I had the faith to set my schoolwork aside and make time for the Lord, especially on Sundays, miracles would happen. Due dates would be pushed back, or my professor would be lenient while grading, or I’d be blessed to remember everything I had learned yet had not been able to study because of time conflicts with the Sabbath and/or Institute. I know that if we simply start out with that little mustard seed of faith (just a desire to know/believe) the lord blesses and strengthens us until we can make big leaps of faith.