Yesterday I went to watch the "Joseph Smith Restoration" movie at temple square. I remembered watching this movie when I was younger and how much it had impacted me. Therefore I talked my mom into taking her, myself, and my sister up to Salt Lake to re-kindle the fires of our testimony.
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Wow. I did not cry that much the first time.
It was like my eyes had turned into a fountain that couldn't stop running.
Watching the trials of a man no greater or less than I for the sake of God gave me strength and inspiration.
I have a weakness of fearing what God will ask of me.
After Joseph Smith was tarred and feathered, I watched as he looked up at Emma covered in burns with tears in his eyes but a meek smile on his face mutter the words, "Maybe I'm meant to tread in deep water."
If there's one thing I know how to do, it's swim. Yet I find myself time and time again drowning in water knee deep. all I need is to stand.
God will not give us anything we can't handle. The more he puts in front of us, the more we are growing closer and more like him.
I am so thankful to be a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I can't wait to be a missionary. I am so thankful for Joseph Smith and those that supported him in founding the gospel so that I and everyone around the world has the opportunity to live with our Heavenly Father and our family for eternity.