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Hi I'm Sarah

I'm from Boise, Idaho and I am a full-time Missionary in St. Louis, Missouri! I'm a Mormon.

About Me

My favorite color is lavender! I am a Nanny/Behavioral Aide and I love being outside! I have 5 brothers and 3 sisters leaving me as the youngest of 9. Family is the center of my life.

Why I am a Mormon

My parents were converts to the church but my Dad wasn't as strong in the Gospel as my mother. He wasn't always active, so I was torn between the examples of my parents. I finally came to the conclusion that, yes, there was a God. But he didn't know me and he certainly didn't love me. This thought seemed to be confirmed when my father got sick and it was clearer than ever that He didn't care when my father died. I was 11. Between then and 2013 I lost several people and struggled with depression and an eating disorder. Reasonably, I was angry with God. I hated Him. I hated that he would put me through what He had. I felt like my anger was warranted. There was no way I would accept Him. Even though I didn't realize it at the time, I was put in some impossible situations that became crucial in my physical and mental healing process. Near the end of 2013 I was finally healed enough that I could look at the world around me objectively; uncolored by my anger. I was at my father’s grave and I just felt the need to talk to him. I somehow transitioned from talking to him, to talking to God. I told him I was Angry. I told him it wasn't fair. I ranted and raved till I didn't have anything else to say. Finally, I asked him. Why. Why did I have to go through this? In that moment I felt an extreme surge of Love. I asked him what was right. I told him that I didn't understand, but that if he proved to me without a doubt that the LDS church was true, that I'd live it to the best of my ability. At that moment, it truly felt like Raindrops began to fall on my skin. Every single one contained a sort of Knowing. One drop. I knew that Joseph Smith had written the Book of Mormon. Second drop. I knew that He loved me. Third drop, I knew that the Book of Mormon was the word of God. They kept falling. One by one, I received a witness of the Gospel of Christ.

How I live my faith

I try my hardest to live what I believe to be true. Outside of church, I try to give Service as much as I can. Whether it's helping someone with their groceries, or leaving an uplifting note for someone. I try to stay positive and love/treat everyone as if they were my closest friend. I'm not a Sunday Mormon/Christian. I live what I believe (Or at least try to) every moment!