A TESTIMONY OF CHOICE, COVENANT, AND HONOR

Standing As A Daughter Of Zion

I stand as a witness that agency is real.

Not just something we speak about—but something we live, every moment of every day.

We are choosing.
And in that choosing… we are being chosen.

When I was eight years old, I made a choice.

I chose to be baptized.

I was not just born into a family—I was born into a promise.
An Eternal family.

That was my first covenant.

But when I stepped into the waters of baptism, I made a second promise—one I chose for myself.

I chose Jesus Christ.

My first promise was Eternal family.
My second promise was to follow Him—not from a distance, but with intention.

And from that moment forward, I was no longer just born into something…

I was accountable to it.

To walk in His light—yes.

That is what I choose.

To follow in the footsteps of Jesus Christ—He who is most like God, our Eternal Father—is not passive. It is active. It is deliberate.

To be like Christ, for me, is not just to follow Him—it is to become like Him.

Following can be passive.
Becoming is a choice.

I do not stand behind Christ.
I walk in His pattern.

I choose to live as He lived, to love as He loved, and to stand accountable as He stood.

I follow the prophet, revelator, and seer of God our Eternal Father, because I believe in order and divine guidance.

But my covenant is mine.

As a Daughter of Zion, I know who I am.

I believe I am part of an Eternal family—connected beyond this life.

And I see Jesus Christ not only as my Savior—but as my Eternal brother, a man who came to this earth to show us the way back.

His life was not meant to remain in history.

It was meant to be lived through us.

By the power of the Holy Ghost given to me at eight years old, I came to know truth for myself.

That gift has never left me.

It has guided me.
Corrected me.
Strengthened me.

And I testify that miracles are real.

Not always loud.
Not always visible.

But real.

They happen in endurance.
In courage.
In standing when it would be easier to sit down.

I have seen them in my life.

Because my body is His temple.
What I do with it matters.

Because my home is my castle.
What I allow within it matters.

And the space I have created—where I live, speak, and stand in truth—is where I practice what I preach.

My church is not confined to a building.

My church is how I live.

I want to speak plainly about one more truth:

I do not worship in the way the world defines it.

The word I live by is honor.

I honor God, my Eternal Father.
I honor Jesus Christ.
I honor the Holy Ghost.

And in honoring Them, I am reminded of my place—not above others, not performing for others—but accountable to truth.

Honor is not loud.
It does not seek attention.

It is quiet integrity.
It is obedience without an audience.

There is a difference between honoring who you are as a child of God
and becoming consumed with yourself.

One leads to humility.
The other leads to distortion.

The world teaches people to constantly look at themselves—to present themselves, to measure themselves, to seek validation.

But I do not measure my worth that way.

My worth was given to me long before the world could reflect it back to me.

To honor God is to step out of the need to be seen
and step into the responsibility to be true.

I have also learned:

I cannot choose for others.

Just as no one could choose for me when I was eight years old.

Even when those I love follow in my footsteps, they must come to know for themselves why they walk.

Because following footsteps is not the same as understanding the path.

Each soul must come to their own covenant.
Each soul must take their own accountability.

And this is what I know:

Choice is a gift.
Accountability is sacred.
Covenant is personal.
And honor is the way we live it.

I was born into a promise.
I chose to make that promise my own.
And I continue to choose it—daily.

Not perfectly.
But truthfully.

Not passively.
But intentionally.

I testify that God, our Eternal Father, lives.
That Jesus Christ lives.
And that the Holy Ghost continues to guide those who choose to listen.

I testify that I am a Daughter of Zion.

And I stand—not to be seen,
but to be accountable
to what I know.

This is my choice.
This is my covenant.
This is my honor.