I know that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is true. I have grown up in this church knowing the values that God wants us to live by and the doctrines which are necessary for our spiritual knowledge. This Church is restored by the Prophet Joseph Smith, the chosen one to restore the gospel in the last dispensation. He sealed his testimony with his blood, to pave way for the Church to grow through the Book of Mormon. I know that Heavenly Father loves us so much, and that Jesus is the Christ, and that he atoned for our sins and that he lives. He is my Redeemer, without him I would be nothing. I would still be lost amidst these worldly things. God answered a young boy’s humble prayer, and he surely answers ours too. He knows each of us exclusively. He knows our desires and despairs. That alone gives me happiness because I know that somebody up there cares for me so much more than my parents care for me. He nurtured me in the pre-existence, and let me pass through the veil so I can enjoy the happiness that he once experienced.
I grew up being taught of the gospel by my parents and teachers at Sunday School. But this young man sits in his humble home, worried about his future and his destiny; while I am here catered with a roof above my head and a safe shelter. I don’t understand why this is my life and that is his. I don’t understand that but I believe that the gospel can help him and guide him to his goals in life, to be closer to our Heavenly Father and experience the happiness that the Gospel has given me, and that is my mission.