I found my father's journal yesterday. The year of 1994 was my third year in the church. I was a convert in a post atheist country, and I was only starting my journey into exploring the faith.
While reading my dad's journal I felt as if I had dived into water of memories, and after I had come back to the surface of the present, I couldn't understand where I was. It brought so many contemplations. Yes, once I truely believed in the mormon god as the only truth in the world.…Continue