Well. I would like to start at the very beginning. I met the Missionaries of the church on a cold fall day in 2014. My day hadn't been the best but I was excited to go home but before that I had something to do. I had moved just a few days before and I had to get something back. If I didn't get that done on this day I would have never met the Elders. I hopped on a bus after my appointment and there they were. Two redheads shining brighter than anything else. I noticed them talking about me. I'm a redhead too, I might add. I wished them a nice day and we parted ways without knowing anything about each other. A week later I ran into them again and from then on I believed it was meant to be. I decided to find out who those people are. Two weeks later God led me to them again and I finally found the guts to ask if we could have a real conversation.
I went to their English class and we talked for a bit and then I finally asked "what in the world are you even doing at a place like this?" They told me that they were missionaries and I was even more curious. The following days were filled with lessons about the gospel and I felt my heart beat faster every time I learned something new. I felt as if I was arriving. As if something was dragging me in.
I wanted to get baptized but some things didn't let me for quite some time. I used the time to study every day and to pray and 9 months later I finally got baptized.
Now don't think that this is making your life magically easier. You have chosen God once you got baptized and that means you are an enemy to Satan and he will try everything to drag you down. He most certainly did that for me.
My testimony was wavering cause shortly after I had gotten baptized heavenly father decided to take my grandma back home. I was mad and sad and I didn't understand him but today I do.
I know that God never hurts his children without a purpose. I know that cause I have seen him change me through my hardships. I felt his love even when I was on the ground crying and when I sinned he still stretched his arms out to me and was willing to carry me through everything even if it was my own fault.
I realised that Joseph Smith really was a prophet and that he really saw the father and the son that wonderful spring day. I know that cause no one in their right minds would die for something they didn't one hundred percent believe in. Joseph gave his life for the church but more importantly with this action he showed us how real it is.
I have a strong testimony of Jesus Christ. He is my saviour. My redeemer and my healer. Without him I am nothing. Without him I don't have worth. He is the part of me that is worth everything and I'd never want to live without him again. Life isn't easy and no one said it would be. But life with him in your heart at least puts you in the position to fight.
Christ has given his life for me so I want to give mine to him. I know he loves me. I know he lives. He rose from the cross and he has led me to that bus and to the park and to the church. He has given me my life and all the blessings in it and I couldn't be happier to say that I believe.
In the name of the one and only, the alpha and omega, the master and the teacher, my saviour, Jesus Christ. Amen.
Lucy
Germany