It was in May, 1993, when I first attended this Church. I was then in Baguio City, in the Philippines. I was just 13 years old, but I felt warm and welcome as everyone seemed happy. There was peace there, especially during the sacrament or communion. Even the children felt it. When it was finished, I felt a longing to know more.
I learned from the missionaries and prayed to know the truth from God. On July 11, 1993, I chose to be baptized. I felt so much peace. The water was cold, but I didn’t feel it. I felt warm instead.
Little by little, I learned the true gospel of Christ. It gives me strength when I am weak. It makes me smile when I am sad. It warms my heart when I feel cold and alone. It comforts me when I am down. I feel the Lord’s guidance and unending love for me (see Romans 8:35-39).
I am not perfect. I stumble every now and then. But during these times, I feel the hand of God working on me—especially when I listen to the Holy Spirit and to the counsel of God’s servants. In the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I have found peace. I am home. This is where I want to raise my son.