Enough for Me

When I moved to Ireland, my beliefs made me feel different from everyone else. I realized I needed to figure out why I was doing what I did. After some study, I decided that I was happy living the commandments.

But then last year, I went through the same thing. I started thinking about what I want to do when I graduate school, like whether to go on a mission. I knew if I served a mission, I needed to believe the things I would teach people.

I started going deep into my study of religion. Most importantly, I began a deep study of the Book of Mormon. It was the first time I’d read the Book of Mormon slowly and prayerfully. I was expecting to all of a sudden know that the book was true, like my dad did when he joined the Church. I knew when I read it, I felt happy and closer to God. But I didn’t have that same burning feeling.

I saved the last chapter to read with the missionaries in our area. Without knowing how I was feeling, one of them started talking about how he’d had a similar experience. He said that for some people, gaining a testimony is like a light switch turning on. But for others, it is like the sun rising. “And that’s enough for me,” he said.

I am not perfect. I miss reading some days, simply because I forget, or sometimes because I make excuses not to read. My testimony of the Book of Mormon is still growing. But I believe it is true. I have a deep love for the Book of Mormon. The more I read it, the more that love grows, and my questions are answered.

And right now, that’s enough for me.

Meka S., age 17, Dublin, Ireland

Enjoys art, crocheting, and playing guitar.