Everyday that goes by I am reminded that god is real. HE IS TRULY REAL. It amazes me how much I've changed since a year ago. How much of a new person I am. But most importantly how happy I truly am. Today was Sunday and of course along with every Sunday comes a great day at the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I've been working so much lately that this sunday was great I really REALLY needed it. And today I joined the YSA meeting for the first time. And sadly I hated it, it's so boring and depressing. It's nothing like Sunday school, and I complained so much about Sunday school that now I sort of realize I was wrong all along. Idk, maybe it'll get better. Maybe it's the fact that we meet in the gym on the stage and it's dark and weird looking. Or maybe it'ds just me. But enough about YSA, let's talk about how before I was ba[tized I woud alsways go to the spanish sacamrent and don't get me wrong I reeally rteally liked it. Singing in spanish and seeing how many members the spanish ward had. They are truly a special bunch. I remember on Fast and testimony Sundays there would always be an odd group of individuals who would go up and bair there testimonies.... it was never the same people. I always wanted tot get up there to talk but I never got the guts to actually do it. But today out of all days I arrive to church and the spansh Bishop asks me if I can stay at church a little later so that he can use me as an example, and I said sure. But what ended up happening was the at 2:55ish when the combined activity with the spanish ward was all done in the chapel one of the church leaders (I always forget his name) asked me to speak, on the microphone he was using. I knew it was going to happen and while sitting there I was extra nervous. He finally called me up to give an example on dharing the Book of Mormon... I got up there and literally poured my heart out like never before. These people who always saw me, but never truly knew me looked into my heart, they saw my desires, wants and beliefs. I couldn't stop the tears from running down my face. I couldn't stop my voice from cracking either. But that was the inevitable. Especially with the way I've felt these past few couple of days. But even with me being sick and sounding funny. They felt the spirit. And they saw the message I wanted to get across. I spoke about how important it was for each and everyone one of us to share The Book of Mormon and to read it, because each and everyone of us deserve salvation... I told them about the months before my baptism and how hard it was for me. About the missionaries... and well by the end of the meeting I think a lot of people were listneing, and one of the missiionaries sitting in the front was crying. I've never learned his name, all i know is that I met him on the night I went on witht he Sister missionaries to teac witht hem. I think he's from Hawaii and he reminded me of Elder Kealamkaia. Today I also realized that I miss Elder K a lot, one of the Sister missionaries who met me before my baptism but was transfered before I actually got baptized told me she texted him, she gave me a hug from Elder k and he said he loved me and that he was proud of me. If it weren't for the missionaries I have no idea where I'd be right now. There's one thing I do know though, and that's that I wouldn't be as happy as I am now.

If you are a missionary, well blessed art thou. For preaching what changes lives for others...
and maybe even saves them too :)