I had a conversation with someone I met in a chatroom a month or so ago. We had only talked maybe 3 times. Including this conversation. I thought I had lost it, but realized the conversation was on my laptop, not my desktop, so I came to see if it was still on my laptop, and it was. YAY. It probably doesn't mean much to anyone else, but to me, it does. It was the first time I realized why I know I belong to the church. Why, even though I don't go, and do some not so good stuff, why I love the church.


him: then let me ask you something
him: I will preface the question with a statement though
him: I am not Mormon and with reason
him: If I were to show you the reason would you consider looking at it
me: no
me: and i will tell you why
me: because i have read so many things that people have shown me about why the lds church is wrong, and why other churches are right, some stuf anti, some stuff just different opinions and it all leads to one thing
me: it doesn't feel right to me
me: i may not be a practicing lds, but when i think of how the LDS church has taught me to love my father in heaven, and all that has happened in my life because of the LDS church it makes me feel good inside
me: and if it isn't right, then in the end we'll all know, buti know that right now while i am on this earth i am supposed to belong to the LDS church because that is what is right for me

The conversation went on a bit longer, and got into stuff I wasn't really comfortable with. I had stated my opinion on things to him. We discussed "everyone being bad" and such. We discussed a few things. At which point, I had made my point, and told him the conversation was over. He continued talking, at which point I told him the conversation was over...

me: seriously this is the end of the conversation. i told you i'm not interested in hearing what is wrong with my religion. i'm telling you what i personally believe. i don't care what the bible said. i know what is in my heart. i know how i feel. i know that when i go to church and talk with god i have a close personal relationship with him. i know that he is my father and he wants the best fo
me: for me. i know that he cares and he lives and he wants the best for me and would not let me go to hell without giving me another chance.

He continued talking. He told me he was only trying to help me. To save me. I hate it when people try to save me. I've had so many encounters with people trying to save me.

him: Do you think God is trying to get through to you by those people
me: no, i think god is trying to strengthen me by throwing people at me trying to disuede my faith in HIM

He told me everyone was bad, even him. that it says so in the bible. I replied.

me: no, everyone is good. we were made in God's image

The conversation ended soon after this. After he continued to push, and I continued to ask him to stop.

As I was looking up at the topic while posting this, I realized something. The topic has double meaning. There are 2 things I realize I haven't lost. One, would be this conversation. The second thing. The most important thing. I haven't lost my testimony. And that, that makes me the happiest girl in the world.