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The divine role of a woman.

I turn 18 tomorrow. My birthday has never been a super exciting ordeal and it's never been a big deal. As I reflect on the past 18 years of my life I am reminded of the divine women I have been lucky to have in my life. It all starts with my two grandmothers. My grandma Jean is a beautiful woman who makes me laugh and puts up with me every summer. She has taught me lessons about life and that my education is very important. My grandma Forsyth is a true strong woman. I enjoy her simple nature and her love of family history. From them comes my mother. I am pretty sure she already knows how amazing she is. I could go on for hours about her and her crazy self. Then there are the countless church leaders that have entered into my life. From the time I was old enough to understand anything there has always been a image of a divine woman not far from my sight. They helped me grow up and they taught me how simply amazing it is to be a woman. There are teachers that have touched my heart and helped me comprehend my love and desire to become a teacher. From learning my ABC's to Pre-Calculus those teachers have been a blessing. I know this may be silly, considering I am young. I am NOT to young to realize the impact the divine woman of my last 18 years have had on shaping the girl I am today. So for all you woman out there in my life and for all the women I will meet in my lifetime, Thank You.


  1. Dearest Shelby,

    You are truly a beautiful young woman. I have always been impressed with the choices you make & the example you set for others. As one of your leaders I want you to know that it has been a pure joy teaching you and watching you develop many divine qualities that make you so special. I have enjoyed watching your leadership skills develop & I appreciate all the time you put into helping the other girls and we will miss you very much. Your faith, your testimony & your love for the Savior is reflected in everything you do. You have amazed me with your strength & desire to do the right thing. I'm very proud of you & I love you lots & lots.

    Sister Davonna Dicks

  2. You write so beautifully and with such heart - wonderful to read...I will miss you!


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