by aubrirobinson | Apr 3, 2022 | All Member Stories, Faith
If you’ve ever experienced the process of developing prints in a darkroom, then you know what I mean when I say, “Other worldly.” At first, you are enshrouded in complete darkness. You use your hands and feet in exaggerated movements to enable you to maneuver around...
by aubrirobinson | Apr 3, 2022 | All Member Stories, Testimonies/Spiritual Experiences, The Spirit/Promptings
On March 31, 2018, I had the privilege of sustaining President Russell M. Nelson as MY prophet, seer and revelator and as the prophet, seer, and revelator of the WHOLE WORLD. President Eyring instructed: “We will vote by quorums and groups. Wherever you are, you are...
by aubrirobinson | Apr 3, 2022 | All Member Stories, Conversion/Missionary Work, Testimonies/Spiritual Experiences
This is my personal account of sitting, as a non-member, in my Book of Mormon class at Brigham Young University. (You read that right: I was a non-member at BYU.) As I was sitting in my Book of Mormon class listening to the teacher explain the “plan of...
by aubrirobinson | Apr 3, 2022 | All Member Stories, Callings/Leadership, Conversion/Missionary Work
I grew up in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, being born to Preston Reeder Lee and Lillie Mae McQuarrie on 23 September 1928 at Hyde Park, Utah. I was under the influence of great Primary, Sunday School, and Young Women teachers in a very friendly and...
by aubrirobinson | Apr 3, 2022 | All Member Stories, Conversion/Missionary Work, Testimonies/Spiritual Experiences
Hi! For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Ella Stacey. I’m 12 years old and I will be in seventh grade at Onalaska Middle School this year. When my grandpa was younger, he wasn’t a member of the church and he made some choices that didn’t coincide with...
by aubrirobinson | Apr 3, 2022 | All Member Stories, Conversion/Missionary Work, Testimonies/Spiritual Experiences
The seeds of my conversion were in bits and pieces. Most of my relatives, including my parents, had little or no formal religious background. One wintry night, my father and I were bringing in an armload of wood each when I asked about the stars and moon. Dad told me...
