My Conversion

I was baptized into the church when I was 8 years old. At that time, I didn't realize the significance of what I had just done. I only wanted to follow the example of my parents and older sister. When I reached the seventh grade, however, everything changed. I didn't want to go to church anymore. I hated the feeling of being an outcast, even though I had been in that ward since the first grade. You see, I am super shy and quiet around people that I am not familiar with and therefore never really made any true friends at church. I was alone and I did not want to be alone anymore. I begged my mom until she stopped making me go. I fell away and my life was thrown off course. I didn't realize how off course I had gotten until the summer before my senior year in high school when two beloved missionaries threw me back on. When they found my family, we were all inactive and hadn't been to church in years. I was unhappy with my life and I had been doing things that made me hate myself. I was in a dark place and they showed me the light. I started going back to church and rededicating my life to God. Everyday, I wish that I had never given it up back in middle school because I just know that my life in high school would have been so much better than it was. I love everything about the Gospel and I wouldn't trade it in for the world. I read my scriptures every day, pray every night before I go to bed, attend institute, and attend church every Sunday. My life has been changed for the better because of it and I will be forever indebted to those two missionaries who threw me back on course and changed my future forever.
Thewhisperer Thewhisperer
18-21, F
Sep 13, 2012