Come read about my journey to becoming a Mormon. It started with my childhood...
I didn't grow up in a religious home. My mother always gave us the option to choose. I’m now thankful for that ability to choose.
I chose at a very young age to start attending church on my own with The Warners. The Warners were a family that lived next door to my grandparents. The children were close in age to me so I became good friends with them. During 5th grade I joined their church and became very active in the Awana’s program.
I became very serious about going to church regularly and participating in all the activities. I definitely memorized scriptures for Awana's but there wasn't any real depth there.
Now that I look back, I really don’t think I joined for the right reasons. I just went because my friends did. I definitely believed in Jesus Christ but I don’t think I actually accepted him as my Savior then. I was lacking faith.
I entered into 6th grade and things really changed. I became more social and going to church was no longer a priority. In fact I stopped going until 8th grade where I met Laura Busha. A dear and very precious friend who invited me to her church and going to church became routine for me again. I enjoyed meeting new friends and immersing myself in scripture. I still however had alternative motives for attending church. It was a social meeting place that had cute boys. My intent was out of whack. I attended church pretty regularly (not questioning things) but was moved to Arkansas right before I turned 16. One thing I’ve learned about our Heavenly Father is that he has a plan. His plan is always in HIS time. Not ours.
Moving to Arkansas was part of my (His) plan. Stay tuned for Part 2. :)