Wow, did not thing I would ever write that. Well, not any time soon. In our church we have Fast Sundays, every first Sunday of the month. On these Sundays, you are to fast and also during sacrament, everyone has the opportunity to go up there and bear their testimony. I honestly look forward to hearing other people's testimonies, their hilarious jokes or even if they just feel so passionate and shed a tear or two. It's just so inspiring to hear what others feel! This morning I was called in early to speak with our stake president. He asked me if I could pray before our stake conference and I immediately said yes, only to realize we weren't going to be here this next weekend... Or the one after that. I hadn't realized this was our last Sunday before our move! I immediately felt that I need to bear my testimony. It's kind of funny because today is the three month anniversary of my baptism (woot woot!) so if I were to bear my testimony, now was going to be the time.
Now let me tell you, public speaking is not my thing. And when I say not my thing, I mean my heart beats out of my chest, I get a little shaky, you get the idea haha. anyways, so I sat and listened to everyone else go up there and finally I just felt ready, like I needed to almost. Finally, I put my nervousness aside and knew I had to share with my fellow friends. I walked up and stood in front of the congregation, and immediately started tearing up. I spoke about how much I was going to miss everyone and how grateful I was for our friends who had been there with us since we first moved here. I spoke about how during these past three months of being baptized I've noticed a true difference in my life because now I live with God first, and just overall have a more Christ- centered life.
The main thing I wanted to testify for was the power of missionary work. It just amazes me how selfless those who go on missions are, to give two years of their lives away from their families to bring members to the church, or renew old members. Mission work doesn't just stop after two years though, everyone in the church is a missionary through the different acts that they do. Maybe by showing God's love to someone who feels alone, or through visiting teaching to a sister who finds it difficult to reach out for help or friends. I am just so blessed to have the missionaries I do in my life, the two (there were four total who visited) who taught me the gospel and what the church stood for who I'm eternally grateful for. But, also to my husband who has answered all the questions I've ever had + has been the biggest earthly blessing I have.
Through this entire testimony, I of course was crying because let's face it I'm just a crier! haha. But just knowing that I got to share this with my brothers + sisters, makes me forget about how much of a mess I must have looked and made me realize how thankful I am to be in a church where I can bear witness that this is our true church and Jesus Christ is our redeemer. I would like to invite anyone reading this to think about the blessings in your life + to read the scriptures. I'm slowly but surely chugging along, but through scriptures we can be closer to our Heavenly Father. Turning to the gospel at our times of need, is sometimes the only place we can find our answers. Don't fear to pray to our eternal father, but fear how empty we may feel if we don't. I strongly invite you all to bear testimony, voice what you know is true! And I close by saying these things in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.