I have decided to “leak” or share some of my book as I write it. I figure doing this will hold me accountable to finish. My attention span is that of a cat, so I need to basically hold my feet to the fire and publicly embarrass myself if it doesn’t happen. Not healthy but very effective.
This is an excerpt from a chapter. I am not even sure which chapter yet. I have all the puzzle pieces lined up but I haven’t created the picture yet. This is a nonfiction book. It is going to be a book about the hardships I have had in life that I chose to turn into great life lessons. This is obviously a rough draft. We all have to start somewhere. If we are always too scared to share then the knowledge or hope that we could potentially spread to others will never happen.
I had to dig for it in the bottom of a moving box that had been sitting in my closet for a year. That box was kind of a catch all for all the things I didn’t want to put away. I opened the dusty book and started to read.
I had this overwhelming power come over me and I fell to my knees and cried with joy. It was as if something entered my soul, heart, and brain and I could no longer hold myself up. I knew that this was a pivotal point in my life where I was either going to turn my life over to God or I was going to die. Those were my options. I was an “all or none” girl and He knew it. The next message I heard has forever changed my life.
You need to be baptized.
I did not hesitate, I grabbed the phone book (yes, I am that old. We did not have smart phones “back then” ) I picked up my phone, with the long stretchy cord of coarse, and I started calling all the LDS churches in MESA ARIZONA!! DID I KNOW THAT MESA WAS HIGHLY POPULATED WITH LDS CHURCHES? NO!
Being that it was the middle of the week and late in the evening, no one answered my desperate phone calls. So I did what any one who is desperate to live would do, I called the number on a pass along card that I had stuck in my Book of Mormon. A pass along card is a card that missionaries hand out, it normally consists of a picture of Jesus on it and a 1-800 number to call for a free Book of Mormon. It is not to find missionaries.
I know this now.
The phone rang, “hello.”
“I need missionaries!”
Well,…that was the wrong thing to say to that poor kid. I could feel him perspiring through the phone. He was more excited than I was. I can only imagine what the letter he sent back home to his family said.
Dear Family, the spirit was so strong with me today. A random crazy girl, that obviously needed Jesus called and asked me for missionaries! This is such a great mission…send more pop tarts…
He was so frantic that it caused me to calm down. I wanted to be like, Look kid, I don’t know where you are or what you are on but you better quit it. You may just die living a fast hard life.
Later I found out that I had called the Missionary Training Center (MTC) for the LDS church.
I went to work the next morning feeling different. I felt like I had been trying to find my way through deafening darkness while carrying weights, simultaneously being punched in the face and then all of sudden the lights were switched on and I could see. I no longer felt like an MMA fighter was following me around and I knew that life was going to be easier to handle.