HAPPY ONE YEAR TO ME IN THE CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATTER-DAY SAINTS.

Look how fast time has flown, feels like just yesterday that i was baptised to this church. i feel blessed, i feel happy and i cant stop gushing about how sweet the members are in the church and how much they have helped me ever since i was baptised. one this day i remember this two sweet gentlemen (missionaries) who helped me to get into the waters of baptism; Elder Reid and Elder Merrill. of course Elder Reid has returned back home with all the honour and grace and Elder Merrill is still serving. i am thanking for the second chance my Heavenly Father gave to me to make things right in my life. I have watched my branch go from branch to a ward now and i love the work my bishop is doing to help every member.

MY BAPTISMAL PICTURE.

I'm thankful for this beautiful family i have now, my days are never lonely. i have met such great people and made a lot of friends in the church within this short span. From the young to the old and my adorable seminary students.

MY SEMINARY STUDENTS

CONFERENCE SELFIES

I am loved and my prayer is for my Heavenly Father to strenghten me so i can be true to the faith until the end and all enter the holy land of the Temple, i would love to see the Temple some day for my endowment and sealing. So God help me. I'M PROUD TO BE A MORMON!!!!!!

MY PRIMARY PRESIDENT AND I. BFF

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