Testimony

Today was our Stake conference and during our stake president's talk a question popped in my head, had my brother ever born his testimony in front of his girl friend? I am not really sure why this question was in my head, and I still don't know. But I do know that for thier relationship, what ever that is that they have, it would be wonderful for them to bare their testimonys to each other.
I thought about the last time that I bore my testimony in front of my wife, and it has been a few months during fast and testimony meeting. And worse, I don't remember the last time that I bore my testimony in front of my wife when it was just us. We have gosple conversations almost everyother day and in those conversations I share parts of my testimony. That God will take care of us. Yes we are in a difficult situation, but God IS watching and He DOES care about our happiness. All this is good, but I haven't taken the time to, unprovoked share my testimony with my wife.
As I sat in the back of this meeting, I thought about being a missionary, and how easy it was to bare my testimony to perfect strangers; to boldly testify of the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon. To share Joseph's story expecting and knowing that the Holy Ghost would burn in their hearts. Most of those people I have never seen since, and I will never see them again, and if I do, I know I won't recognize them. - So if I can, with boldness and conviction share my personal beliefs with people that I will never see again, why can't I do the same in front of my wife, my sister, friends, family people who have the same beliefs as I do? Why do I get nervous, timid, even a little worrisome about what they are going to think? Why can't I share an even more powerful testimony in front of them? Is it because as a missionary in St. Louis people were expecting me to bare my testimony? Is it because as a missionary my testimony was stronger than it is now? Is it because I knew that I would never see those people again? and because I will see my family and friends all the time and I want them to see only the parts of me I deem the most entertaining and fun to be around. - I have tried to follow the example of Joseph Smith, who followed the example of the Messiah, to pay attention to children, to listen to them, to play with them, to let them know that I care for them. This usually ends up in me being the mobile playground for all my nieces and nephews. Joseph too would play games with the children, wrestle with them. Christ called the all the little children to come unto him. But unlike them, I don't bare my testimony to those I love the most. I must change that! I can have and do both. I can play, I can be "entertaining". But I must also let those same people know that I do know that Jesus is the Christ! He, the Son of God born of the virgin Mary, whose birth is the reason for the holiday of Chistmas, Jesus Christ lived a perfect life. He died, not because people killed him, but because he gave his life willingly to save mine, and yours. He is called our Savior because we all need to be saved! He lives! His body was in the tomb for three days and then He broke the bands of death for us all! The Book of Mormon testifies of these truths! It contains the words of Christ! Joseph Smith translated those words for us by the gift and power of God! And I know that if I am true and faithfull the the covenants that I have made I will live with God and Jesus again. I will then as I do now kneel before and honor my King! The Lord Jesus Christ!

I am not sure if my wife is going to read this, I assume she will, but I will tell her too. When she wakes up from her nap. I will tell her. Not because I asked my brother to do the same in front of his girl friend, but because I love her, and I want her to know that the covenants that I have made with her are more important to me than anything else and I want her with me when I stand before the bar of the Almighty God!

This is my testimony, in part, and I stamp it and seal it and close it in the sacred and merciful name of my King, my Savior, my Brother, in the name of Him who I try to be friends with: Jesus Chirst. Amen