When I was a very young child I gained an incredulous love for the Bible and the work of God.I read that awesome book from cover to cover countless times over the years, and I can probably recount almost every story in there. Although raised on that book and to know the difference between right and wrong, I knew something was missing.When something is missing from your worship it is a strange feeling. It feels as though you’re there, God is there, but the message He is trying to give you is getting lost in it’s travels.I constantly felt lost with no answer from God. No matter how many times I humbled myself and fell to my knees, I received nothing. There came a time where I despised God because if He was there, why didn’t I feel Him, or hear His voice. I wanted answers but I wasn’t wiling to wait on God’s time. It was all about my own inhibitions, not that of Heavenly Father and his eternal plan that He had for me from before I came to the earth.I love the idea that my life was predetermined but I had/have the free will agent to choose how it is ultimately going to go. I also love that I chose this incredible path to take. This path that already, in a month and a half, has given me too many blessings and direct answers to count from my oh so Heavenly Father. I cannot thank all the people that God put in my path to help me along this journey. I am eternally grateful for the friendships that tested me, and the people that hurt me and left my life. Without them, my testimony wouldn’t be as strong as it is.I love my testimony. It is specific to me, and it just means the world to me. I hope that one day my trials and tribulations will help someone else find this incredible joy and understanding of the gospel that I have found: The true gospel of Jesus Christ.
Missionaries are incredible to me. They give up 1.5-2 years of their lives to share the joy and love of our savior. I hope to be at least half of the missionary as the missionaries that Heavenly Father has put in my life. The never ending love and the form of bond through the companionships that they form are so precious.
Missions rock.
My testimony is my own.
I love this true restored gospel.
I love that it was restored in the dispensation that I live in. That has to be the biggest blessing ever.
I love that Joseph Smith was willing to put his life on the line and be a prophet of God so that we could have the fullness of the gospel, not even 200 years ago.
I love that I live so close to where such miraculous things took place, whether it be at the Sacred Grove, the Joseph Smith Farm, the Hill Cumorah, or Fayette where the church was officially organized and gathered for the first time.
I love the priesthood and all the blessings that come through the priesthood (especially all the covenants we can make!)
I love my constant companionship with the Holy Ghost, that even in times of hurt I can be comforted and brought joy.
I love my Heavenly Father that He knows what is best and watches over me always.
I LOVE THIS CHURCH.
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