Today I went to church. I haven't been in forever. Seriously. I don't even remember the last time I went. It was awesome to sit there and sing hymns (that I totally remembered) and hear great talks. I also didn't mind the choir of babies crying the whole time.
I was born and raised Mormon. I went every single Sunday. It was what everyone in my life was up to. I moved out of Utah and finally got to be on my own and feel free to make my own decisions. I haven't made amazing choices and I'm probs like the worst Mormon. But it's my religion. So, my testimony may be like super small and lame, it's still there. I'm happy I got to go to church and feel the Spirit today. (No I didn't stay all 3 hours, but hey....at least I went)