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Hi I'm Kimber

I'm a wife, mother and graduate student.

About Me

I came to America when I was sixteen years old. I moved away from home and started college; got married, had my first child, and dropped out. I loved school, but I loved my children too, and my husband's employment allowed me to spend those precious early years at home with them. Two days before my sixth was born, however, my husband fell off a roof. In the eight and a half years since, I have had to transform my life from that of stay-at-home mom to sole breadwinner. It has never been easy, but I cling to two promises: 2 Timothy 1:7, "God hath not given us the spirit of fear, but of power and of love and a sound mind." And Philippians 4:13, "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Whether "all things" refers to earning a graduate degree or running that last mile when I really just want to collapse on the sidewalk, or just knowing how to talk to a distraught child, I have seen God's strengthening hand in my life. He truly gives us the love and power we need to accomplish all that He requires of us. And he helps us to find the joy in doing those things!

Why I am a Mormon

I grew up being told that faith in Jesus Christ was the source of my mother's and grandparents' strength--but that I would have to choose it for myself, determine for myself if the restored gospel of Jesus Christ as taught by the Church of Jesus Christ was true. Could the suffering, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ really change my life thousands of years later? Could God really talk to an obscure farm boy in New York? Does he really still talk to a living prophet on the earth today? And sure enough, there came a time in my life--many times--when I had to know, for myself, if such a miracle was possible. Because I, too, was an obscure, struggling teen who needed answers, and I didn't know if I could trust anyone short of God himself. So I asked. And I asked again, and every time, God answered. He still answers. I have gone to Him in prayer, and He has answered my pleadings. Sometimes he has given me the strength to go on for one more day, one more mile, or just another step. He directs my path when I'm certain no path exists. He strengthens me when I no longer have any reserves of my own. He opens my mouth when I am speechless, and comforts me when I fear that I am completely, utterly alone. He takes what little I have to offer, and like the loaves and the fishes, he makes it enough--more than enough for the demands of whatever situation I'm in.

How I live my faith

I am an active Mormon. I have served in the Cub scouting organization, played the piano, and taught classes for every age group from toddlers to teens to women older than myself. I live my faith best in my home and in my community, though. It is here that I find the greatest challenge and the greatest reward from following the example of Jesus Christ. Dieter F. Uchtdorf once said, "God does not look on the outward appearance. I believe that He doesn't care one bit if we live in a castle or a cottage, if we are handsome or homely, if we are famous or forgotten. Though we are incomplete, God loves us completely. Though we are imperfect, He loves us perfectly. Though we may feel lost and without compass, God's love encompasses us... We are important to God not because of our resume but because we are his children. He loves every one of us, even those who are flawed, rejected, awkward, sorrowful or broken, the proud, selfish, arrogant and wicked." I don't just believe this. I know this--because he loves me, and I know I don't deserve the smallest portion of that love. And yet he does. And so I try to love others, even when circumstances might suggest that they don't "deserve" compassion, patience or a second or seventy-second chance. None of us do. And yet he still waits, his arms ever-open to receive us.