A Conversion Story (Part IV)
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By the time April rolled around, I’d already sent Anna a video of myself doing all sorts of stupid stuff around the house during a March snow day. She was gearing up to send me some more pictures that better showed off her bright red hair. We knew it was time to meet each other in person, so I asked her to my junior prom. She was really excited, but her parents (understandably) didn’t want their eldest daughter flying 800 miles away to meet some guy they didn’t know, who could very possibly knock her up (or worse). Not wanting to “cheat” on her with anyone else, I skipped my junior prom in favor of my second-Friday-of-the-month phone call from Anna. We talked for hours and hours, much of it a tearful treatise on how unfair it was that we couldn’t go to prom together, and I finally said, “I just wish there was some way we could be together forever!”
Anna still doesn’t know how she fielded that statement so cooly, but she simply responded that actually, there was. She then proceeded to share her testimony of the temple and eternal families, and when I finally got off the phone with her, I was in awe. I tried to sleep—it was probably like 1:30 in the morning—but I couldn’t. I just laid there for hours, tossing and turning, trying to let my mind rest, not knowing if what she said was true, but knowing I had to find out. It was in this state of mind that, at about 5:00 a.m., that still, small voice entered the back of my mind, reminding me what I had learned as a very little boy, in Sunday School, at my parents’ church: “If you want to be forgiven,” it told me, “Jesus can forgive you.” And that was when Heavenly Father heard this boy’s first uttered prayer.
Tune in next time for Part V!
“Open your mouths and they shall be filled” (Doctrine & Covenants 33:10).
By the time April rolled around, I’d already sent Anna a video of myself doing all sorts of stupid stuff around the house during a March snow day. She was gearing up to send me some more pictures that better showed off her bright red hair. We knew it was time to meet each other in person, so I asked her to my junior prom. She was really excited, but her parents (understandably) didn’t want their eldest daughter flying 800 miles away to meet some guy they didn’t know, who could very possibly knock her up (or worse). Not wanting to “cheat” on her with anyone else, I skipped my junior prom in favor of my second-Friday-of-the-month phone call from Anna. We talked for hours and hours, much of it a tearful treatise on how unfair it was that we couldn’t go to prom together, and I finally said, “I just wish there was some way we could be together forever!”
Anna still doesn’t know how she fielded that statement so cooly, but she simply responded that actually, there was. She then proceeded to share her testimony of the temple and eternal families, and when I finally got off the phone with her, I was in awe. I tried to sleep—it was probably like 1:30 in the morning—but I couldn’t. I just laid there for hours, tossing and turning, trying to let my mind rest, not knowing if what she said was true, but knowing I had to find out. It was in this state of mind that, at about 5:00 a.m., that still, small voice entered the back of my mind, reminding me what I had learned as a very little boy, in Sunday School, at my parents’ church: “If you want to be forgiven,” it told me, “Jesus can forgive you.” And that was when Heavenly Father heard this boy’s first uttered prayer.
Tune in next time for Part V!
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