MyTestimony
The first time I distinctly remember feeling the Holy Ghost is when I was 13. I was living in St. George Ut. at the time and going to Middle School. It was late one school night and I should have gone to sleep, but my mom and I got into a conversation about agency and liberty and what those Alma 61:15 ) I didn't know that was the Holy Ghost then. I would not learn to recognize it until years later while I was on my mission. mean to us. She took the time in the middle of the night to teach. I felt her patriotic feelings and the Holy Ghost bore testimony to what she said as being true. (See My second encounter with the spirit of God occurred while I was 15, more than two years later. Many things had changed in my life over that course of time. We were now living in Woodland Hills, a tiny community at the south end of Utah Valley. The name, coincidentally is very literal: there were a lot of hills and a lot of trees, shrub oak in fact. I thought it might be wis...