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Saturday, April 5, 2014

Be bold! Be Brave!



Today was the first day of Conference! I love conference weekend! To be honest I used to hate it. I thought it was boring. I didn't understand why we had to sit there for a total of 8 hours in one weekend. That was until I went to EFY for the first time at 14 years old. I had no idea what EFY was and I was mostly going because it gave me the chance to see my very best childhood friend for a week straight.
Everything changed for me after that week.
First of all, you have to understand some things about me. I have always believed in my church. I cannot recall a time in my life, from my youngest memory, when I did not believe, when I did not have a testimony of this gospel. I was always the perfect child. The one that obeyed. The ideal child.
I was a Molly Mormon. And I took a lot of flack for it from my family and friends over the years. Before that EFY I wasn't fully committed, even though I firmly believed.
I think that this EFY came at a very vital time for me. I don't think that I would have fallen away or anything if I hadn't gone, but it gave me a strength that I didn't know I would need. That was the year that my parents got divorced. It was no surprise to any of the children that they were splitting. My dad hadn't been going to church for awhile and my older sister, my best friend since we were only 13 months apart, had followed him out of the home and out of the church.
My brother was on a mission, my sister was gone and my mom had to go back to school and back to work to support us. All of the sudden I wasn't the second youngest child anymore, I was the oldest in the home and I was second Mom. I don't know that I could have gotten through that without the aid of my faith and the increased love that I found in the gospel.
Since then I have gone through a lot of things and I have found a love for conference to the point where the two weekends of the year that we have conference, are my favorite weekends of the year.
I love seeing the apostles and prophets speak. I love seeing the quotes that everyone pulls out on facebook. I love the assurance that I feel and the revelation that I receive when I watch. I love the strength that it gives me.
This conference, as in many others, they asked us to be brave. Something of a mantra in my life. Being brave is something that I have always tried to be. However, being raised in a home where I had one parent firmly clinging to what I always believed, and the other trying to help me believe what they believed, both with the hope that I would know the truth and be better for it, I've become afraid to share what I think about what I believe, more in my own family than anywhere else.
I have learned to keep my mouth shut, unless I would like to defend what I believe on a logical and scientific level (we're all very intelligent in my family). My best friend that I grew up with, my sister, believes differently than me, but she has done something that I truly appreciate. She has never attacked me for what I believe. She has made an effort not to swear around me. She has (for the most part, childhood shenanigans aside) never tried to get to me to anything that she knew that I didn't believe was right. She has respected my beliefs, just as I have respected hers.
But today, I just want to say, with respect, that I believe in conference. I believe that we receive truth from it, and I love it. :)

On that note, this is our pirate ship which we enjoyed conference in today. If you're thinking it looks too comfortable and that you might fall asleep... then you'd be right as some of the family did :)
How do you celebrate conference? What was your favorite quote?
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