Ooh, Hello my dears! Yeah, I'm back again, as you may know, in the previous post I wrote a short text confusing, sad, embarrassed, and so many other qualities that, bad, you know...
I'm love with yours aid of all my friends on this network. So Own site, Twitter, Orkut, how Ning, etc. I'm so gratefull for that support. Now I'm happy. I'm back to my real happiness, the same happiness when I was baptized in the true church of Christ, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I am so happy and glad that I write this text as a witness and that based on some scriptures that I quote and then over the words described here and that you know me, because I'm the guy in the photo above (scrawled a montage made by me). As you can see has a verse and chapter of the Book of Mormon, which particularly the text describes me and a song that I like (that I'll write the 3 Nephi 12.3-6 and put the song that if you wants hear it, you can!). So I'll start my big text, my better testimony:
I don't know how to start it, but, everything started when a few weeks ago, by reasons mandatory of citizen, I had to enlist in the military, far so good, but was confused, and decided to say I wanted to stay there, thinking that could help many people with this (one of my main purpose). As we know, the armies, help many people in humanitarian missions, as we saw in Haiti, and recently in Chile, today, I think otherwise (before, I had no choice)
And these few weeks have been very busy, so I couldn't write on the site, I had to away from some things that came to be almost a month without going to church (it hurt me a lot) were to "interview" for some reasons, them wanted me to stay in the armies, I published this on site, very sad.
On a Sunday before boarding the quarter, I thought a lot about going to church, as I repeatedly confused than I was going to do and knew it was necessary that I was there (the church), in the morning, two missionaries came (Master family) to my house to leave a message and say that was missing me and my family in the meetings, because a month ago, we were not going to church. This was a blessing to me, that was what led me to church that Sunday and that gave me strength to try to overcome my fears in the armies. Going through a day of training, I realized that there was not my turn to be sure. I started to pray to our Heavenly Father, asking him to get me out of there, thinking it was going was no longer possible, I lost my faith? Little, I guess. Even this, I keep praying all the time, trying to keep my faith. And in the second day of training (the worst to be honest), because it was a day that we have to learn about guns, I don't like guns.
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