Everyone goes through a moment when they don’t understand the hardship of life, break-ups, weigh gain, parental divorces, and ect.. but in a girl’s life only one thing matters; can you guess it? Boys! I never wanted to see the little cry baby that needed a man in her life but naturally I become the queen of the relationship drama world. Who would’ve thought that the only child of two over protective parents would end up in a serious relationship as a high school teen, how can you blame me I had a lot going for me, volleyball, cheer, and brains.
Boy number one: drama in the process, yes I fell for the lacrosse star his name was Kevin. Totally a hottie in every way, well at least I thought that when I was in my teens. He had his own car and 2 years older than me. I did fall for him, I thought he was nice and for once I felt like I had a best friend. Years went by and Kevin and I got pretty serious. Serious enough that we talked marriage, kids, and future together.
Time went by and as our relationship grew so did we. It was moving so quick that I didn’t realize we were growing in two different directions. No girl in love wants to believe her relationship is going to fail, especially when all you know it that special someone. Now, the motivation to fix it before it ending was taking all my strength but I couldn’t make it obvious that I saw us steering the wrong way.
To make this depressing teen relationship story come to an end:
Yes guys….we broke up! Now, don’t freak out yet, it was tough, hard, and crying was involved but surprise surprise just like all girls I met someone new 3 days after the break up. The new hottie was named Riley; he was older than me as well. Riley was different someone I wasn’t use to. In fact it wasn’t meant to develop it was just a friendship that was created before we said “hello”. Over time I guess we figured out how interesting we were…after just one month it was set; yup, a relationship blossomed. At this point I was aware of my fast paste relationship jumping craziness whatever you want to call it but I couldn’t resist myself, I needed someone to help with the pain and he was there to the rescue. Now, this is where it gets a little ugly, almost to the point where I’m not going to add this to the story but you can add your own and make it to your wish ;)
Over time Riley confessed to me he was Mormon. I didn’t have a lot of knowledge of this church; all I knew was that they call themselves “LDS” ummmmm “losers” that “don’t” “smoke”? I don’t know… but I did question him, he was a bit inactive but I’m sure you caught on since he was dating me. a huge number of his friends were active members of the church and invited me to a sacrament meeting sometime in July 2010.
Now my conversion story begins! Ready???
On a Monday morning late July I woke up very depress, I didn’t understand why? Then it hit me! I need the good G.O.D. Now the only G.O.D word I knew was a bit different “DOG” not even close right? It was weird for me to think so spiritually not because I didn’t believe in god but because I had lived my life on the edge. Not saying I was a BA but I always took chances and figured life was all about luck. I jumped out of bed and drove myself to the nearest Christian church. It wasn’t opened and wouldn’t be open until Sunday morning. Great!!! I knew my day was not to a great start, I didn’t give up though. I decided to drive to the Catholic Church to meet with a priest but he wanted nothing to do with me. Now, this where I almost gave up! Something came over me…something told me to drive to the freeway and head east on the I10 and get off one Mesa Dr. It was a over whelming feeling in my chest. I couldn’t stop crying but I wasn’t crying for pain it felt like excitement. I don’t know why but it took me to the Mesa Temple. All I saw was a beautiful white building with colorful flowers everywhere!
I get off…I walk up and asked a sister missionary where I was, the first thing she did was she gave me a hug and said “hi my name is Sister Rodriguez and you are making best decision of your life”. I had no clue who she was or what she meant by that but I felt comforted and warm. She gave me a Book of Mormon and for those who are LDS know that it’s one of the most powerful books you will ever read. She asked to read the first page and all I got was Nephi 1:8 “and the overcome with spirit, he was carried away in a vision, even that he saw the heavens open, and he thought he saw god sitting upon his throne, surrounded with numberless concourses of angels in the attitude of singing and praising their god”. I looked over at Sister Rodriguez and smile while having happy tears run down my face and said “I see it”. It was a powerful feeling, almost like I was at peace at home. She gave me the missionaries’ number Elder whalmsey and Elder Smith. I called right when I left the Temple grounds and requested to meet with them that same day.
Well I bet you know what is next…yes ladies and gentle man I got Baptized! Sept 18, 2010! It was one of the most important memories I hold to my heart! ….
