My Testimony

Mom and Dad were always serving in the church--whether it was in the Bishopric, Primary, Young Womens, or Relief Society. They were busy. I could always tell they had a testimony of the gospel. One Family home Evening we went around the dinner table and everyone just bore their testimonies. We were all bawling (we're a pretty sensitive family).

Another FHE we learned about Nephi and the gold plates. My mom got pieces of cardboard, wrapped them in foil, and had us write our own testimonies on them. To this day that was my favorite FHE lesson. You can bet I'll be doing that same one for my kids when they're older.

When I turned 12 I entered Young Womens. I was so excited. I went to Girls Camp that year and was pretty shy. At testimony meeting I really wanted to bear mine, but couldn't get up the nerve to do it. When a long pause came, I noticed my lips were moving and people were looking at me. Words were leaving my mouth, but it wasn't me doing it. After the initial shock I picked up halfway through, and finished my testimony. I knew that was the Holy Ghost speaking through me. Talk about the gift of tongues, huh? From that point on, I've never doubted the Church. And I never will.