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I was born in the South, but you couldn't tell from my extremely nonexistent accent. I moved halfway across the world when I was three, and learned how to make friends with the trees in the Pacific Northwest. I am a lover of nature, and receive much inspiration for my poems and songs when I'm surrounded by things like the ocean, or beautiful sunsets. I am a sophomore in high school and aim to serve a mission when I'm 21. I'm rather crazy, and can't help living life to the fullest.
For me, the question hasn't been why have I chosen to be a member of His church, but why have I decided to stick with it. The answer is simple: I know that this church is true. It is one of the only things I am completely sure about. This knowing, it's the kind that gets you every time, almost like a sunrise. You see it, and every time you say to yourself, "Wow. This is what happiness feels like. There's no way I'll be able to see and feel something like this again." But, much to your delight, twilight brings a sunset that steals your breath and keeps that fire burning in your soul. That's how I feel about this amazing Gospel. That's why I keep going to church every Sunday. If I didn't, I would miss so many precious moments. A child bearing their testimony; a friend praying to their Father in Heaven for the very first time; the look in a person's eyes that speaks far better than words ever could, saying: “Yes. I feel that same sweet Spirit, too.” I was not brought up in the Gospel, and I've always had a choice between staying or leaving. And yet, I'm still here. I'm still here, bearing my testimony of the truthfulness of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. The Gospel brings a joy so full, so eternal, so immensely spectacular that at times, it’s all I can do to go on my knees and thank the Lord for His mercy—His salvation. Read the Book of Mormon. Give this Gospel a chance. Only you can determine for yourself if what I am saying is true. It's your choice, just like it was mine. But let me tell you, it was worth it.
I have always had trouble swallowing my pride, and it has been the source of many contentious nights in my home. I used to believe that by backing down I was showing weakness, and that was something I was very adamant on not doing. The last word had to always come from my mouth; the glare with the most contempt just had to come from me. What I couldn't figure out, though, was why I was not happy. I was never satisfied with myself, and it was just easier to find faults with others so that I didn't have to look at myself too closely and find that what I criticized in others, I embodied within. It all changed when my dad reached out to me and showed me how very wrong I was. He taught me that the better man (or woman) was the one who walked away from the fight, instead of the one instigating it. I learned that true strength comes with self-control, and that I didn't have to prove myself to anybody. I realized that to be happy, I had to be a little better, try a little harder, and shove that pride all the way down my throat if I had to. It was amazing how everything changed. All of the little things I had been so finicky about became insignificant, and it was so much easier to smile and be myself. Everything was brighter, everyone was happier, and the whole world seemed completely changed. Instead of dreading the time I had to be home with my family, I cherished it and looked forward to being together with the people who had been with me through it all. I found myself laughing outrageously and enjoying myself immensely when I was surrounded with my family, and I could tell by the looks on everyone's faces that they were happy, too. I had to look at myself from an entirely new angle and change what I didn't like in order to let my home become a heaven on earth. And it is, now. It is a place I go to when I need a shoulder to cry on; a hand to hold me up; people to keep me going. It is a place I go to when I have nowhere else to go. It is home, and in it I find happiness.
I am a Latter-Day Saint always. I never stop to take a break or be someone else for a while. Every Sunday, I go to church with people who believe exactly as I do. And every Monday through Friday, I go to school, where Latter-Day Saints are mocked and ridiculed for believing in something more important than that dance on Friday night, or the juiciest gossip of the week. But I am not afraid. What do I have to fear from people who are no better than you or I? I live my faith by my example. I do not cave in to the peer pressures at school, and almost every week, I find myself defending the one thing that always gives me happiness: my religion. I have grown more by this constant bigotry than I would have without it, and for that I am eternally grateful. This gospel gives me the strength to live in the world, but never of the world. Knowing that Jesus Christ has suffered for my every ache, pain, temptation, loneliness, fear, and doubt gives me the strength and fortitude to defend His sacred name. I live my faith each day at a time, striving to make each moment as precious as if it were my last, and defending my faith as if Jesus Christ and Heavenly Father were standing there beside me, looking on.