My Testimony

Well lots have happened in the past two weeks. Midterms, ward activities, relief society activities, fire alarms, temple trips, running in the rain, drawing projects, spying on and making fun of EFY kids, preparing for a triathlon, getting a sunburn. Mostly all fun stuff, but nothing too terribly exciting to report about that anyone would be interested in. Except spying on the EFY kids was super fun. There was a little couple right outside our window and all of us were crowded around our window watching them awkwardly get closer and closer together, while we screamed at them to just kiss already. When they finally did, all of us cheered. It was SO funny. It's become our new favorite thing to do: creep on the EFY kids, naming them and narrating their week-long relationships.

Yesterday I was fed twice! Lunch at the Relief Society Activity, Dinner at the Ward Activity, and then today was fast Sunday, so no breakfast, and then there was a Break-the-Fast, so free lunch! I haven't had to make food for 4 meals in a row!

Spring semester is almost done. Only one more week of classes and then finals and then I move to Wyview for summer term. I'm starting to get pretty burned-out of school though. I so want a vacation. I like all of my classes, except for drawing, but I just really want to take a break. My drawing class isn't bad, but it's so boring! And my teacher really wasn't meant to be a teacher. Sure, he's a great artist, but he's not very good at teaching.

Yesterday I had a pretty weird dream. I don't really remember the beginning, and what I do remember doesn't make much sense (most of my dreams don't) so long story short, this man had captured me and I knew I was going to die, but I was calm. I knew without a doubt in the dream that I was about to go to my Heavenly Father. I knew that even if he killed me, I would simply be passing on. And I was struck with wonder in the dream, because I knew it with all my heart. I didn't die in the dream. I actually got away from the man. But that's not the point. I woke up and thought, "it's true. I do know that. With all my heart, I know that there is life after death, that I would go to the spirit world, and someday I would be with my family again."

I've always believed that, but I remember times when I've said my prayers late at night and not felt like anyone was listening. I believed, but a little part of me wondered "what if it's all fake? What if no one's there? What if I really am all alone?" It's been a long time though since I've wondered that. I noticed yesterday when I woke up, that I no longer ask myself that question. This past year has been filled with so many wonderful experiences, my testimony has grown so much, I know now without a doubt that there is a God and I am his daughter. There is no way I could question that.

My testimony has grown so much here at BYU, and I knew that and I have said that before, but it wasn't until I had that dream where I stood death in the face and was totally calm that I was able to measure just how much my testimony has grown. Why am I sharing this? Because I was told to bear my testimony as often as I could, and so while I bore my testimony in church today, I'm going to do it again.

I know that there is a Father in Heaven. I know that Jesus Christ is his son and he atoned for all of our sins and our sorrows. I know that he will always be there for me when I need him. I know that we will all live again, and I know that families can be together forever. I know that there are prophets on the earth today, and I know that Christ loves me and that I will return to live with him again.
This is my testimony. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.