“I love conversion stories. They are often heartwarming, miraculous accounts of profound insights, inspirational events, or extraordinary actions that lead to a moment of clarity and certainty about ones standing before God. That is incredible and awesome and… not me.
I grew up in a small town in Utah. I was born and raised as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. All my family and most of my friends were members of the church. In most ways, this was an ideal setting. Church was part of my life and very intertwined with all other aspects. I don’t remember a time in my life when I did not believe in God and in Jesus Christ and in the truthfulness of the Gospel as taught by the Church. I also can’t point to a time or event that I would say specifically led to my conversion. As I have pondered my conversion story and my testimony, I have concluded that my conversion is an ongoing process and an ever-growing series of events – not a single extraordinary experience.
I became converted each time I knelt in prayer to talk to a Heavenly Father that I hoped and believed was there listening. I became converted as I felt love and the beginnings of eternal happiness as I looked across the alter of the temple at my new bride. I became converted as I witnessed the miracle of birth for each of my children. I became converted as I felt peace and comfort and understanding after the death of a loved one. I became converted as I accepted callings and responsibilities that I knew I could not do without God’s help. I became converted as I watched good people doing good things because it was the right thing. And, I am becoming converted as I look back on my life and recognize God’s hand in everything. My decades-long conversion process is still going, and I have a long way to go. But, am I converted? Yes! I’m all in! And I can’t wait to see what God has in store for me.”
I Am Converted 