Dielle
Registered: August 2008
Posts: 102
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My dad
Sitting in Testimony meeting one Sunday, I remember thinking that maybe everyone was a little delusional. One after another, they got up and said, “I know this” or “I know that” and couldn’t see how. They could believe. I kind of believed. But they couldn’t really KNOW. It really shook me up.
At home later that day, I told Dad how I felt and what I’d been think- ing. I have a vivid memory of sitting on the floor of the spare room with him. Sobbing because I was frustrated and confused, but also because if someone really could know, I wanted to know.
I don’t remember exactly what he told me. I do remember him loving me. I remember him teaching me about how Heavenly Father loved me and explaining logically, that I could never rely on Dad’s or anyone else’s testimony. It would have to be my own, or none at all.
That time with my Dad was the start of some serious soul-searching and working actively to find out what was true. I spent a lot of time praying and reading the scriptures. I fasted and tried to keep myself worthy of the revelation I wanted.
After months of fasting, study and prayer, my answer came. It came surely and absolutely. And I knew that my Heavenly Father knew and loved me!!! That sure knowledge all started because first of all, my Dad knew and loved me!
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