Thank You!

   Around this time the word "Thank You" is probably used more, people are more giving, and for the most part more kind.  So in the spirit of Thanksgiving I would just like to share something that has lead me to a place of happiness. Something that I am very thankful for. I am thankful for scriptures. Growing up I loved to go to church. I tried to read my scriptures as much as possible. I knew that God loved me, and no one could take that away. When I would read the Bible, I wouls start in Matthew and just highlight everything I read. Being a small child I did not understand why people highlighted in their scriptures... just that they did it. I never really understood what I was reading. I knew who God was, who Christ was, and I was familiar with the child stories of the Prophets.

Skip a few years into high school and that knowledge of Gods love started to fail. I faced trials, and was in a deep confusion of what the purpose of life was. I did not understand why things were hard, and instead of coming closer to God when I needed him, I turned away.  I was not too happy and I was not sure why. When I got into college, I realized that I needed that relationship back with my Heavenly Father so I started to read a book that my grandma had gotten me in highschool. I think it was a pathway for youth. It would give me a daily scripture and share stories of how I can face the trials of the world. Soon after that, my Step-mom invited some missionaries over fromThe Church of Jesus-Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  This part of the story is long. The missionaries came to my house for the next year or so visiting with my family.  I started feeling answers to questions I had growing up. I began to feel happy, and  see that there was purpose in this life. However it is through the Scriptures that I gained a testimony of Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. I was reading in revelations just scamming through and I came upon Revelation 3:20 which states "Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come  in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me." Some reason this hit me. I knew that these missionaries in my home were sent to bring me back. I knew that  I could ask my Heavenly Father and he would answer me. I also knew that it would take faith. I would have to open the door to allow Him back into my life. I prayed and received an answer that The Church of Jesus Christ was Gods church. The same church that was on the Earth with Christ. I am grateful for the scriptures. I feel that they can answer our prayers as we study them. I am also grateful for my Heavenly Father and his son Jesus Christ. I feel that I was once a lost sheep, but Christ knew exactly how to find me.