I know this church to be true. Why else would I have clung to my decision to get baptized through a long, crazy 2 years, 5 months, and 3 days? That's how long I waited to get baptized. Not because I wanted to wait, but because I wanted my parents' acceptance and my dad needed some time. I know that other faiths contain parts of the truth, and they all have positive aspects (unless it's worshiping Satan or something ridiculous like that). But I know that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is the one completely true church.
I know the Book of Mormon to be true. Even before I decided to get baptized, I knew it. I finished reading it for the first time on Easter Sunday a few years ago. Since then, I have read it two more times. After reading the Book of Mormon for the first time (mind you, this was before I decided to get baptized), I prayed and asked to know if it was true, cuz of Moroni 10:4-5
And I felt something. I felt peace. I felt comfort. I felt the Spirit. I regularly feel the Spirit when reading the Book of Mormon, or any other book of LDS scripture (yes, this includes the Bible).4 And when ye shall receive these things, I would exhort you that ye would ask God, the Eternal Father, in the name of Christ, if these things are not true; and if ye shall ask with a sincere heart, with real intent, having faith in Christ, he will manifest the truth of it unto you, by the power of the Holy Ghost.5 And by the power of the Holy Ghost ye may know the truth of all things.
I know this church is true because of the joy it has brought into my life. Nothing makes me happier than going to seminary or activites, or attending church, or imagining that day when I can finally be baptized.
I know of the power of member missionaries. Without my Mormon friends, I would not be writing this blog today. I would still be a Catholic, feeling as if something was missing. My member missionaries showed (and continue to show) me great love and kindness and understanding. They were willing to ask me questions about my own faith, and I never felt like they were being preachy.
I have a testimony of the power of prayer. I'm terrible at remembering to pray, but when I do, amazing things happen. One time, I was prompted to go read New Era right now, and the first sentence in the first article was exactly what I needed to hear. One time, right after deciding to be baptized, I was doubting my decision. And then one of my friends texted me to answer a BOM question I had had, and within five minutes another friend texted me from EFY to say she felt like she needed to share certain scriptures with me. I have never doubted my conversion since. One time, I found this post after having a really difficult day and being unable to talk to either of my best friends about it. One time I prayed that a certain song would come on the radio, and it was the very next song they played.
One time, I was reading True to the Faith, pages 81-84, the section on the Holy Ghost. And I was prompted to decide that I am to be baptized.
I know, with all my heart, that this is where I'm supposed to be.
In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.