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Hi I'm Sharon

I have done everything from singing opera (in college) to teaching in a prison. I'm a daughter, wife, great grandma and a Mormon

About Me

I have lived in the same house for 43 years. I am surrounded by a forest of Douglas-Fir, Hemlock and other beautiful trees I see them out of every window. At the edges of the forest there are ferns and other natural plantings. For years when we have mowed, the rule has been, if it looks interesting, mow around it. I spend hours roaming quiet trails. It is a wonderful place to pray and contemplate. I have had a number of hobbies; reading, quilting, sewing, knitting, crocheting, painting, bead work. Most of them have succumbed to the excitement of internet research and story writing to make our family's ancestors come to life. The "little books" I write are given to all the children in my extended family. I have also written stories about the ancestors of friends. Before I retired I worked as a professional teacher at almost every grade level. My most recent employment was inside a prison where I taught GED studies and behavior modification. Later I managed the program at my institution and trained educators at other institutions. I worked with the boyscouts when my boys were little and I have a Webelos Cub Scout Den right now that keeps me thinking young. Call me up and I will happily join you on a trip to the beach, or to the thrift store or garage sale to find new treasures.

Why I am a Mormon

My husband and I had problems with some points taught in the church of my childhood, but it did give me a good foundation of belief. As strangers in a new town, we began looking for something better, we "church hopped" for a while and eventually hopped our way into a Mormon church service. As we got out of the car, we wondered how weird those Mormons might be. Was this one of those places where the men and the women did not sit together at Sunday meetings? Could anybody just walk in? When we entered we discovered a warm and caring congregation. Before we left, one family had invited our family over for dinner. Two young men asked if they could come to our house to teach us some things about their church. Later we found out that they were missionaries. As I learned more about the church, I became more and more interested. They were teaching me about the same Jesus Christ that I had known about from my childhood, but they were using a book I had never seen before. they told me it was called The Book of Mormon and that it was a companion piece to the Bible. They challenged me to read it. Not only read, but pray about it and decide for myself if this new book was actually scripture. For me, the reading was easy. The praying and deciding part was very difficult, but once the decision was made, I never looked back. I won't say that there were no stumbling blocks and that life with my new religion was a breeze; but it was worth it. I feel closer to my Savior than ever before. Since I have a testimony in my heart that the Book of Mormon is sacred scripture, I know that the teachings of this church are true, and that as I follow them I am greatly blessed. Oh yes, remember the points of disagreement I had with my first church? Some came right back to me as correct principles taught in the Bible and taught in the Book of Mormon. What can you do when you have two scriptures teaching the same principle? You embrace it as truth, love the Lord, and know that he loves you.

How I live my faith

I am very serious about my faith. It is part of every decision I make. I am a CASA Court Appointed Special Advocate) which means, I befriend foster children and am their voice in court when decisions are made about them. I also teach 9 and 10 year-olds in Sunday School (We call it Primary), and of course, I love my Webelos Den. As a Family History Consultant, I offer free help to anyone who wants to research their family history. In our church, we have a program called Visiting Teachers. I have been asked to visit four ladies in our congregation each month. I have become friends with the ladies I visit, and do my best to help when I am needed. I also have visiting teachers who visit me. That way we all take care of each other. When my children were growing up, I taught them about spiritual things. Even now there are occasions when I remind them of what we believe. My grandchildren have heard me bear my testimony. Even my friends know my standards, and we respect each other. When we go to the restaurant and the others are ordering coffee, someone will usually say, "She doesn't want any, she"s a Mormon. That always makes me feel good. I like people to know what I believe. It is also a reminder to me that I never want to set a poor example. I have never forced my faith on them, but they are aware of it, and feel free to ask me questions if they have them. I pray often and study the scriptures. When I walk through my forest I am often contemplating the things of God.

What are Mormon church services like? Are visitors allowed at church meetings? Can I attend church?

I remember the questions in my mind when we first pulled into the parking lot of a Mormon church. What kind of weird stuff do they do here? Are we allowed in? Do the women sit with the men? What about children? What if mine disobey or the baby cries? I felt uncomfortable going in the door, but I remember great relief as we were warmly welcomed. I will never forget the face of the man who greeted us. I could tell he wanted us to stay. His choice of words was so important to him that I could actually see a tic in his cheek. He introduced us to a family that had children similar in age to ours. They sat down with us and helped us feel comfortable. This was a friendly place to be. When the meeting opened, a man stood at the podium and welcomed any newcomers. It was the same man who had greeted us at the door. This man was important, but he had taken time for us. There were plenty of children around, and our wiggly ones didn't seem to bother anyone. There was a hymn and an opening prayer. After that they passed the sacrament. Our new friends whispered that we were free to partake or not; what ever was comfortable for us. There were several speakers, some more hymns and a closing prayer before we were through. As people were walking out, we were introduced to other families and invited to come back. It wasn't just about new friends either. There was a special feeling at that service. Hey, our first contact had to have been good. I've been a Mormon for 43 years now. Show more Show less