Just a little about myself. I was born in Omaha, NE on September 4, 1962. I was the youngest of three. My mother was born in Germany. My father was born and raised in Omaha. My parents met in Kaiserslautern, Germany. My mother was a child during the war and went through many horrific things. My mother had ten siblings. My father had ten siblings as well.
My father was in the Army when he met my mother. Once married they made their home in Omaha.
My fathers sister married a Mormon and they shared the gospel with my parents. They were baptized.
I feel my childhood was normal. I remember being a happy child, full of life and friendly. I have always loved horses and swimming.
I’ll end here for now. It’s hard for me talk about myself. I’ll add more later.☺️
My mother in my eyes is an angel. When she married my father and moved to the U.S. she was twenty spoke very little English and knew no one. She joined the church because she believed what the missionaries taught regarding having an eternal family. Having her family together forever sounded incredible. My father on the other hand had a different view on life. Things weren’t so good at home. He was provided for but, his home was full of turmoil. He being the youngest of eleven children saw a lot he shouldn’t have. This made his heart hard. My parents marriage was tumultuous. They loved one another but, my father wasn’t living the Mormon life. My father was an incredible provider and he loved us.
Most of my childhood we were taken to church by a member of the church. My mother being naive believed everything she heard. As I grew my mother would always compare our family to other members. As time went on she felt like her kids weren’t as good as other members kids. I felt like I was always compared or judged. Celestial marriage was always talked about my mother wanted us to marry a returned missionary and have many children. That didn’t happen.
I was married at the age of seventeen to my high school sweetheart. He had joined the military and I was young and dumb. My husband was abused by his father at a very young age the abuse continued up to the time he left home. I thought I could help him by loving him. Our relationship slowly became abusive. My husband was abusive in many ways.
While he was in boot camp he was baptized into the Mormon church. We attended church regularly, paid our 10% and held callings of course. I remember going to the Bishop and telling him about the abuse. His response shocked me! “Go to the Temple he’ll change.” So, we prepared for the Temple. Around this time we had a son he was ten months old. We were sealed at the Salt Lake City Temple. At the time we lived in Rapid City, S.D. On our way home my husband got mad at me and threw a large soda in my face and our sons face. So, you can only imagine what I was thinking. The endowment ceremony was odd…I was basically thinking what the hell? My marriage didn’t last long my husband was later killed in a car accident. Our son was two and a half years old.
I did my best to attend church I never felt worthy enough. I knew marriage and having children was so important in the Mormon church and thought I had failed. I thought “I need to find a good man that honors his priesthood where he can bring joy and peace to our family.”
This never happened all my relationships were abusive. By this time I have five children. I am now married to a wonderful and loving man.
I attended church off and on for most of my life. I had a hard time with how glorious the churches and temples were. I saw how the world was and how many suffered. I would listen to other members and how they lifted themselves up and how many looked down on their brothers and sisters. In my heart I knew it wasn’t right. Members of the church helped each other but, for their fellowmen nothing.
I recall telling my mother the church wasn’t true. This to her was unimaginable. My mother, years later, approached me while I was doing my best to be a good Mormon and told me the church isn’t true. I continued living the gospel.
I recall thinking many times in my life asking why would God allow these horrible things to take place in the world and not intervene. Where was God?
One day I heard about the Sealed Portion! I watched a video with Ida Smith. I then learned about Chris and the books. It was like a light bulb turned on. These books made perfect sense. I knew within weeks that the Mormon church was not what it claimed to be.
Please take the time to read the books. Let’s get on board and change the world. I encourage everyone to look into The Humanity Party. LOVE ONE ANOTHER❣️❤️
Karen Cunningham Miller
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