Sunday, July 13, 2008

Starting my sunday posts...

I always have "big intentions" but have found myself in many instances not following through with them. It's a huge short coming I've faced since I can remember. I am an "on to the next" type of girl and find I have little patience for the nitty gritty details of some of my goals. My list of things I keep meaning to do is growing and I am fed up with it! One thing I have always meant to start is a Sunday Post, since a majority of my life and goals center around my church, going to church, and serving in my church. I am not good at the sharing my feelings in this regard, but I hope that I can bring a bit of what I have come to understand, learn, and experience.

I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I hope that this doesn't surprise anybody, or I might have to rethink how I've been posting! The reason for my religion wasn't by chance, but by divine guidance. I was adopted into an LDS Family when I was 3 1/2 years old. My birth parents were both drug addicts, my dad left, and my mom having been an orphan herself, relinquished me and my brother Richard when I was 1 1/2 and my brother around 2 years old. We were lucky to finally end up in the same foster home and be adopted by my parents into the same LDS family.

I remember as clearly as an almost four year old can remember the great peace I felt in going to church and later to the temple with my adoptive family. I hadn't understood what safety and security meant until these moments. I will always remember this as my first understanding of a testimony. I knew without a doubt that when we sang the songs in primary about Jesus, that he was real. Every time I recall these memories, I remember how much comfort I felt at being at church and how it has set my mind forever of where I will always go to worship God.

This was how I was introduced to my faith when was the first time you knew about yours?


linda said...

When I was in elementary school, we flew to CA from WA and my mom was terrified of flying. She prayed that if we arrived safely she would take her kids to church...and she kept her promise.

I remember sitting in one of the first few rows at church, being in 5th grade, and asking Jesus, with all my heart, to be my Lord and savior. It's a vivid memory for me and I thank the Lord everyday that my mom kept her promise those many years ago. I truly believe that being involved in church (any church for that matter) kept me on the straight and narrow as a child/teen/adult.

michelle said...

I think this is great! You amaze me! I think the first time when I knew that the spirit was real, and I knew I wanted to be a member of the curch is when I was about 6 years old, and living in Pocatello Idaho. I like the way your documenting this. Hmmm, maybe I need to ve a beter documenter on my blog! :)

Claudissima said...

oh Wow Michelle what a blessing, and even such a blessing to still be with your brother. Wow that is amazing. I think you are an amazing woman and such a blessing to those sweetheart little girls of yours. Such great family you have. I have always been a member and can't pinpoint a precise moment when i knew, but I have always had this testimony of mine that it is true and can't remember not having it.

andrea said...

Thank you for posting your amazing story. One of my most vivid memories of Lily's adoption trip was taking her to church for the first time. She loved the music and still does. She belts out "I love to See the Temple" to anyone who will listen. I've always felt that she was touched by the spirit in the way you described.

I feel like I have always had a testimony. I was born into the church and one of my earliest memories is reading the Book of Mormon with my dad and memorizing articles of faith.

My true conversion came when I was in college and traveled to Israel on a study abroad. That's when I knew the blessings of the atonement applied to ME.

Jennfer said...

You made me cry Michelle!
I love this post. I remember the day we all got sealed together. I thought it was so unfair that you got to sit on the alter.

I'm glad you shared these thoughts and feelings today.

Laurie said...

What a touching post. It's beautiful and I hope you will keep up your Sunday posts!

I was born into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, and raised in Utah, but I remember as a very young child realizing (somehow) that it was different - that not everyone had a knowledge of Jesus Christ. It made me feel like I really had something to live up to. "Where much is given...."

Jenny said...

What a sweet memory to share. There is such a peace to be found in the gospel. I to am a member of the Church. Am so grateful for that memebership. Even now as we are going through some great struggles with fellow memebers where it would be easy to quit going all together. I still believe being there no matter what is what counts.

Thanks for sharing.

Carrie and Troy Keiser said...

I was born into the church. I grew up "in the mission field" as the saying goes. There were not many members of the church, there when I was growing up. I can't really remember an 'ah-ha' moment. Thanks to the lack of members, I was given plenty of opportunity to share my religion ... as in sometimes I would be asked in class: "what does your church think about this or that?"
Thanks for sharing this adoption/testimony story!