I need to say something and I hope you’ll listen with an open heart and open mind.
I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, LDS or Mormon for short.
I believe in Christ. In God. In Jesus Christ.
I know He is my Savior and He died for my sins.
I would never ask you to look to me as a perfect example of an LDS woman. Nor would I say I’m a perfect Christian.
But oh how I try. Oh how I want so badly to make my Heavenly Father proud.
I say prayers with my family every night, I say prayers with my husband every night and I say my own prayers every night and in my heart constantly. I pray for my friends. I pray for my family. I pray for my little kid. I pray that I won’t screw up. I pray that I’ll be safe. I pray that I will be able to help even one person that comes into my life.
Talking about God makes a lot of people uncomfortable. It makes me uncomfortable.
I didn’t grow up talking about God, let alone talking to God. When people brought religion up around me I always looked for a way out. Even now I assume that this is how other people feel about religion.
So I stay quiet unless someone asks me.
It doesn’t seem very fair to God. He’s given me all these blessings and I keep quiet.
I am happy.
I am so, so happy.
And it’s because I have my church and its teachings in my life.
I’ve known since the moment I hit my knees to pray for the very first time that there is a God.
And I could never, ever deny that He knows me and loves me.
Thanks for listening.
As you were.