day 232: a sketch

In honor of my son's newly-begun mission, I am posting a short part of my personal history in relation to my religious experience. This was posted at in January.

My parents are first-generation Americans, both descended from Portuguese-speaking ancestors from the Azores, which are islands about 1000 miles off the coast of Portugal. As you might guess, that background comes packaged with a a thick Catholic heritage. I grew up going through all of the Catholic rituals of baptism, catechism and eventually confirmation. My family attended church weekly, and though we never talked about religion at home, we knew that the church bonded us together by giving us a strong link to our past. I am the oldest of five children in a very close-knit, tightly united family, which now embraces 4 different religions. Only one brother has stayed faithful to our religious heritage, but the other four of us have found refuge in the Mormon church, the Lutheran church, and the Methodist church. Now that I am a mother to adult children I can more realistically imagine the struggle my parents must have had when I, unknowingly, started the trend against my religious upbringing by choosing another way. But I would like to make it perfectly clear that I was not rebelling, per se, as much as I was looking for something more meaningful to my soul. And I found it in the LDS church.

Once I was baptized, at age 19 (my Catholic parents in attendance I might add), I spent another year attending a private college in the Shenandoah Valley in my beautiful home state of Virginia. But it wasn't long before I realized that I craved a fellowship with my own kind, so my fabulous parents agreed to my request to attend BYU, and by the following Summer (1984) they packed up the station wagon, and the three of us went on a road trip to the Rockies. There was a real symbolism to this trip as we drove farther west than any of the three of us had ever been before. Just passing through Wyoming felt like a kind of reality check, and the gate to my new western life that, little did I know, would be my future home with my own little family someday soon.

I had been baptized by a young man I had fallen for in high school, and after he left on his mission to Japan I knew I had to get my feet planted firmly in the gospel in order to be prepared for my future. I dug in at BYU and welcomed my missionary home at the beginning of my senior year, only to be engaged and unengaged in a matter of weeks. His parents, still my friends to this day, were so good to call me regularly to see how I was feeling and to encourage me in my still-new membership in the church. I was already all in, so I stuck it out at BYU and soon met my future husband Gideon. We were married in the Salt Lake Temple two weeks prior to my graduating with my bachelor's degree in Education, and settled down in Provo for two more years while he finished his degree in English. He is my best friend.

During these two years we welcomed the first of four sons to our family, and by 1989 we were ready for an adventure, so we left for Los Angeles, where my husband earned his PhD in Rhetoric, Language, and Linguistics. In 1994 we took a job at BYU and carted our, by now, 2 little boys back to Utah where we bought a home in Springville. We had 2 more sons during the next 4 years and have been in Springville ever since. Our oldest son just returned from a mission to the Kenya Nairobi area, and our second son leaves next month to serve in the Mexico Monterrey mission.

While here over these past 15 years I have served in my ward in a variety of callings, including 1st counselor in the Primary, 1st and 2nd counselor in the Young Women, Gospel Doctrine Teacher, Relief Society President, and now a Relief Society teacher. I also am a special ed kindergarten teacher.

I have been blessed beyond measure by having the gospel in my life. It has given me purpose and promise. Purpose in that I know I am to use my life to help others. I know I am meant to teach my children about bigger things. Promise in that I now know more about my Savior, who died for me. I know he loves me still, and that he is my advocate. How do I live a life full of thanksgiving for so many blessings? Although the debt can never be repaid, I try and live what I believe. And I believe in the principles demonstrated in the atonement. Love, service, repentance and forgiveness.


Unknown | April 8, 2010 at 1:25 AM

Thank you so much for sharing your story with us, Kazzy. I don't think we can say enough about the power that is felt in a sincere testimony borne of experience. I can't wait to meet you in person. I really can't.

Connie | April 8, 2010 at 8:06 AM

Beautiful testimony. Thanks for sharing on an emotional, happy, heart wrenching day!
Enjoy the rest of your week.

wendy | April 8, 2010 at 12:03 PM

I so enjoyed reading that about you.
It is interesting those who were baptized later in life, as opposed to me who grew up with a rich heritage of LDS pioneers etc.
I admire your parents for letting their children "choose". Interesting that many of you went different ways.
but the bottom line is respecting, tolerance, and sharing those things that are important to us individually.....your parents did that for you it seems.
you have a wonderful family Kazzy

Stacy | April 8, 2010 at 2:25 PM

Its so fun for me to read the "back story" of bloggers that I'm coming to know well. Blogging so often just gives a snapshot of everyday life, but reading this helps me to understand where you came from. So inspiring to hear of your sacrifice and determination.

charrette | April 8, 2010 at 11:16 PM

I'm so glad you reposted this.
I LOVE your parents! I love their attitude toward your conversion and the whole road-trip to BYU. They are the most amazing, open, loving (+ fun-loving) and accepting people I know.

One thing I didn't know...that you were engaged and unengaged to someone. After all these years, I can't believe I missed that part of the story!

Love to you all -- Has Adam left yet?

Convenor | April 9, 2010 at 4:52 AM

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It would also be very kind if you could link to/follow/blogroll it.

Happy Eastertide!

amber_mtmc | April 9, 2010 at 9:48 AM

This story is powerful. Have I mentioned that my husband was baptized when he was 20? I didn't? Oh, and he was baptized by my dad. I bet you can't wait to hear more...

Springville, huh? I am only 10 minutes north of you. (Provo.)