In my heart....

Once upon a time, I was a missionary. Since I was 3 years old, I talked about going on a mission. I wanted to go so much that I bought a fake engagement ring because of all the marriage talk around me. I wasn't dating anyone, and no one was looking my way so my $10 purchase could have been better placed like into a package of Oreo cookies.

Made with buttons from Sweetheart's Grandma's sewing items

In my heart, I wanted to share the gospel of Jesus Christ. I wanted to share the love that I had felt from the Savior with other people. And I got to do it. Every day for 18 months, I wore a name tag over my heart saying I was a disciple of Jesus Christ.

My Missionary Tag

In Jeremiah, a prophesy is shared about our day. The prophesy says that God "will put my law in their inward parts, and write it in their hearts; and will be their God, and they shall be my people" (source). In our day, God says that his children on the earth will want to know him, to follow his plan, and will want to share the good news with others. They will be good people and will carry the name of Christ on their hearts. Not all Christians wear the name of Jesus Christ on a name tag. They emulate it in their lives by living the law which is their love of God and their love of their fellowman.

Scraps from the dresses I wore a missionary. My Mom made it into a quilt for my first Christmas after my mission.

I am grateful for my neighbors of other faiths that show they love God through their actions and their expressions of faith. Dieter F. Uchtdorf said:

The gospel of Jesus Christ is not an obligation; it is a pathway, marked by our loving Father in Heaven, leading to happiness and peace in this life and glory and inexpressible fulfillment in the life to come. The gospel is a light that penetrates mortality and illuminates the way before us. (source).

I hope that others can see in our actions that we choose a path that will lead to happiness even without a name tag on our chest.