I've been on a path my entire life. One founded on God and my desire to love and serve Him, and to know Him. My memories go back to my precious childhood , with amazing parents, sitting in the living room on Sunday mornings, waiting to go to church, listening to the tape cassette player of the Book of Mormon story readers. I loved that book. I loved going to church, wearing my dresses with frilly skirts, and just feeling so good inside.

God has walked with me my whole life, and so often He has been so close I have known He was right there. Those terrifying moments back in the OR before surgery, alone and scared. God was there. He held me through the hardest part. And then trusting in His words, "You are healed." And going forward with a 4th pregnancy after all the hell of the first three! My God! My God! I praise your Holy name forever!!

Having the courage to look down unknown paths, and somehow getting lucky enough to choose the right guy as a spouse who is so brave! Oh so brave! And strong enough to carry his family along in pursuit of the Creator of all the universe. Discovering that the way is love and the eye is the window of the soul. How does one communicate this with another? Being misunderstood and judged by those who don't ask and refuse to listen. The path is both filled with brokenness and being made whole again.

I open the Book of Mormon again, how many times have I read this beautiful book, and my God! Nephi thrills my soul!! The path to God revealed in the short narrative of a mans life, a man who would found a nation. God made promises to Father Lehi and Nephi, and though we gentiles have played a role that role is quickly coming to an end, and all the promises of God will be fulfilled. Nephi didn't at first believe the testimony of his father, but having great desires to believe he did cry unto God, and God softened his heart. Oh God! I thank you for hearing my own cries and for softening my own heart. If I can have eyes to see and ears to hear, please help me to follow the path that all true believers must follow to become "yours, who the Father hath given you [Jesus]."

I know that this is FB and not really a platform for such expressions as these, but I feel if I don't share them, even if everyone refuses to acknowledge me, that my heart may explode and my love of God fade away and melt. There is no church that accepts a testimony like mine, one where I would be free to worship how, where, or what I may. I am like a weary traveler without a place to lay my head.