I had been searching for the true church since I became interested in religion when I was 8.
Growing up my family didn't attend any specific church, or belong to any certain religion. We were religious in that we believed in Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ, and prayed sometimes at dinner. My parents never swayed me in any direction, but rather let me discover my own beliefs.
Before we moved to Idaho, I was mostly interested in attending churches that my friends went to. Namely Christian, Lutheran, and Catholic churches. When I decided to truly commit to the search of my beliefs, I started investigating for myself, rather than the coattails of my friends.
Two LDS church missionaries came to our home in Mount Vernon, and introduced themselves as elders. I don't remember much of what was discussed, or really what prompted them to come to our house. However, that was the first time I had heard the term "mormon."
After we moved to Idaho, we went to a local Christian based church once or twice. Of all the churches I had attended in my young life, I was very much aware of the still emptiness I felt attending them. None of them seemed to have all the pieces to the puzzle. Shorty after moving, I became quick friends with a girl named Kelsey, (go figure). She told me she was LDS, or "mormon." The term rang a bell in my mind. She invited me to her church youth group activity. They were playing glow in the dark volleyball. It didn't take much thought to say yes to her invitation as I was very interested in volleyball at the time.
After we got to the church building, there was a different feeling after entering. It felt warm and welcoming. Everyone was so happy, so inviting, and so accepting of this new blonde girl they didn't know. But they wanted to know me, what I was interested in, my thoughts, and more. I felt so loved by everyone. Which prompted me to want to know more about their faith. Why were they so happy?
I had three sets of missionaries over the course of about a year. Two elders, and one set of sisters. All of whom I adored. They taught me about the atonement, the plan of salvation, my purpose in this life, where I came from, how Heavenly Father was aware of me, He loved me, and how my elder brother Jesus Christ is the foundation of their beliefs. They taught me about the prophet Joseph Smith, and about the prophets after him, and on the earth today.
Finally it all made sense. The puzzle pieces fit together.
They invited me to be baptized August 2006. It was the best decision I ever made, as everything good that's happened since has all been because of this vital decision.
My testimony of my beliefs, of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, of my Christianity, of Christ, of the prophets on the earth and before, continues to grow as I get older.
Afterwards, I watched my family change. My mom came to church with me every Sunday, and my little brother Jack came along and doesn't know anything different now.
My dad was baptized into the church 2 years after I was baptized.
We were sealed as a family September 2012, and I was sealed to my husband October 2012.
We are one big happy eternal family!
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