When you grow up in Idaho Falls, you are placed in two categories: LDS, or not LDS. And if you're not part of the church, you're most likely against it. That is how I was up until recently. I love my family and I love how I was raised: my parents did a wonderful job. But over the past six months, I have began to do my own searching.
I have always believed in God, and believed that Jesus Christ is my savior. Yet, in the Fall, I felt so distant from them. I continued to attend the same church that I had the previous year, but I didn't feel anything. I didn't get any sort of spiritual feelings or have any spiritual experiences. I simply felt empty. So I stopped attending church.
When my missionary friend sent me a copy of the Book of Mormon a few months later, I was so hurt. I wondered what type of friend he was, because he knew that I didn't want that. So I didn't write him back for a few months... Then i began my own quest for something more.
While in IF during Christmas break, I occasionally flipped on the BYU channel and watched some talks and thought that they were really good. But that was all. I got back to Boise, and read a little in the Book of Mormon... I then prayed to God and asked that he show me the way. And asked if he would open my heart and let me know if this church was something that I needed to look into. As soon as I was done praying, I got a text from my friend Cassie. She said "Not in a weird way, but at church today I couldn't stop thinking about you and how you would love this. You should come with me sometime." So I did.
I have loved learning about this church. And I have seen my relationship with God grow stronger. I pray many times a day asking for guidance and for truth, and I know that God is answering my prayers, and I can feel it.
Until Next Time.