2 Years

My timehop today reminded me that December 8th was a special day.

Two years ago, it was just a Sunday.

Not just any Sunday well depends on the person.

To me, I was an angry sixteen year old being dragged back to Church for the first time in four years.

Wasn't I in for a treat?

I was angry and mad at the entire world for something that was out of my control. I had to move an hour away from everything I knew.

Who knew that the gospel would be all I need?

I went in that Sunday thinking it was going to be terrible. All these crazy people trying to get me to do something that I didn't believe in anymore.

I left that day happier than I had been in a long time.

In the past two years, I have served as a primary teacher and laurels president in my ward. I have made great connections with some missionaries who actually all but three are home. Funny thing right?

I have grown a testimony in the gospel that saved my life.

I currently attend Brigham Young University-Idaho which is a church school.

 No one ever saw that coming. If you would ask the now return missionaries if they ever thought I would return back to church they would laugh at you. I told them I was never going back.

Hence, the angry sixteen year old.

The past two years have been the craziest two years. No they have not been easy.

I have spent days crying and being angry but never as angry as I was two years ago.

I have been through trials and such but I know that He is there listening to me and guiding me.

He loves me. He has a plan for me.

I have to thank my parents for making me go to church two years ago. My life would never be the same.

I have realized that having faith is such an important thing. He is always there for us. He is the light in the darkness.

I am so thankful for the gospel and the second chance at life it has given me. It has blessed me in more ways than anything. Hey it gave me my best friend and I wouldn't change that friendship for the world. I am very thankful for the missionaries who didn't give up on me or my family for that part ether.

I am not perfect but no means. But I am so thankful that someday I can return to Him.

I wouldn't change the last two years to save my life.

I am not the same person I was two years ago. Reflecting back on it, I was very bitter and mad.

I still have bad days and rough patches but I get through it with faith and hope that it will make me stronger.

I love this gospel. I don't have the best testimony of the world but I strive to learn more so it can grow.

Two years really make a difference. Just go ask any return missionary.

-Kyrsten