The Book of Mormon: Another Testament of Jesus Christ.
It's where we got our nickname.
// the mormons.
To be honest, the first time I read The Book of Mormon from cover to cover was just a few months ago. Growing up in this church, I had learned pretty much all the stories inside of it, whether it be from my parents teaching me, primary classes, Sunday school classes, or just my own reading. I had read of courageous men, virtuous women, holy prophets, and the coming of Jesus Christ himself to the Americas.
But I had never asked for myself if it was true.
I could have gone my whole life living on a borrowed testimony. The people around me seemed content enough. In fact, their testimonies were unshakable. I figured anything that people believed in that strongly had to be true.
But I didn't want a borrowed testimony. I wanted my own.
Moroni, the last prophet of The Book of Mormon gives us an amazing promise:
So I put it to the test. I read The Book of Mormon. All 531 beautiful pages of it. It took me a few months, but as I read, the more and more I began to indulge into the stories. I would find myself longing for a free moment to be able to read just one more verse, just one more chapter. Reading The Book of Mormon brought a sense of peace and complacency that I had never felt before. Each time I read, I felt the spirit whispering to me, "Kaleigh, you know this is true."
"No, I do not," I would respond, "I haven't read the whole thing yet. I haven't prayed about it. I haven't done what Moroni asked. How could I know if this is true?" I would shake off the promptings from the spirit and continue to tell myself that I couldn't know if this was true yet. But I continued to read and ponder and yearn for the truth, to know for myself. Again the spirit would whisper, "Kaleigh, this is true." But again I would push the prompting aside.
November 10, 2013 I turned the final page and closed the book. I sat in a moment of satisfied silence contemplating what I had just accomplished. I got onto my knees, and began to pray. I asked so sincerely, truly desiring to know if what I just read was true. I asked, and I waited.
and waited.
and waited.
and waited.
nothing.
I started to get really worried. How could I not be getting an answer? Doubt started to creep into my mind when I got the quietest, gentlest whisper of a prompting that I almost could have missed if I wasn't paying attention.
"Kaleigh," the voice whispered, "I've been telling you this whole time that it's true and you didn't listen then. Why would you listen now?" And suddenly I felt so reprimanded and loved all at the same time. I realized that I had been receiving an answer the entire time. Heavenly Father had been trying to help me by nudging me in the right direction and I completely disregarded it. I remembered all the little promptings I received and thought how foolish I had been. Why would Heavenly Father continue to tell me over and over again when I wasn't prepared to listen? I felt so distraught and when suddenly, my heart was filled with so much love. The feeling was absolutely indescribable. In that moment I knew that my Heavenly Father loved me and was so aware of me. He knew that I was venturing on my spiritual quest to find the truth, and he was prepared to help me along the way. Ever since that moment, I've known without a doubt that the Book of Mormon is true.
"Like saints of old in joyful cry, I too can testify;"
I know with all confidence and certainty that The Book of Mormon is true. I know it, I live it, I love it and it has become my favorite book of all times. If you have any doubts, find out for yourself. You can borrow my testimony for a minute, but sooner or later you'll have to find your own. I know that you can find your testimony just like I did mine. It might not come the way you expect, mine definitely didn't. But it will come. And I promise you that.
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