I am positive that God, at the very least, has no problem with me being Mormon. Here’s one reason why…
Just before I severed my mission, my mom had another baby. I only had one other sibling at the time and we thought my mom couldn’t get pregnant anymore. My new sister was a miracle.
I fell in love with that little girl. And I knew my 10-month-old sister would be a totally different person at nearly 3-years-old when I returned.
I was absolutely devastated by the thought.
The night before leaving to Utah, I knelt by my bed, crying, praying my heart out for more than an hour.
Finally, my thoughts became still, peace came upon me, and in my mind’s eye, I saw the unmistakable vision of a scripture reference…
“D&C 31”
At 19-years-old, I was not familiar enough with the scriptures to know what on earth was in that section. But I opened it up and read the Lord’s words to Thomas B Marsh just before he left on his mission…
1 Thomas, my son, blessed are you because of your faith in my work.
2 Behold, you have had many afflictions because of your family; nevertheless, I will bless you and your family, yea, your little ones; and the day cometh that they will believe and know the truth and be one with you in my church.
3 Lift up your heart and rejoice, for the hour of your mission is come; and your tongue shall be loosed, and you shall declare glad tidings of great joy unto this generation.
Say what you want about my religion. But God heard my prayer, answered it using LDS scriptures, and encouraged me to serve an LDS mission.
You can be a fool and claim that my experience must have been Satan’s counterfeit. But that argument holds no water with me…
I know what the peace of the holy spirit feels like. There’s lots of things Satan can mimic. But, not that.
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is true.
Or at the very least, God is fine with me being here and is perfectly capable of saving me as a Mormon.
So, I don’t care what the world says.
What greater witness can I have than from God?