I was born and raised LDS, baptized at 8 and went church every Sunday. And if that makes you think I was brainwashed to believe it or something, I'm sorry if it sounds that way because it isn't. Even though I went to church every Sunday and was always the good little Molly Mormon girl, I can tell you that there was a time in my life where I wasn't sure if I believed. It was fairly recently actually, and one night I just decided I was going to pray every morning and every night. And I did. And yet, I still didn't know. So one night, instead of just saying the normal trite things I did, I prayed for about half an hour, explaining and asking. I can tell you that about halfway through it, tears just started streaming down my face, and I knew. I had a personal confirmation that it was true, and you can tell me all you want that it was just me talking to myself, that it wasn't what I thought it was.
But that doesn't change a thing.
I have had a witness, and it was real.
I didn't think, I didn't believe, I
knew.
And I've turned to it at every opportunity since.
