My Story: The Middle (Read this first)
The beginning of my story: I was a true blue dyed in the wool Mormon. I studied, I understood. There was no question I couldn't answer and no history that could shake me. Joseph Smith's polygamy, freaky temple ceremonies, Book of Abraham, irregularities in the Book of Mormon, none were any big deal, and I would happily explain why not. I taught Sunday School, I was in the Primary, Young Women, and Relief Society presidencies. I went to the temple frequently. I read my scriptures frequently. I had read all of the standard works 3 times, and the Book of Mormon probably a dozen. I prayed over weighty decisions, over people that needed help, just every day. If there was a commandment, I kept it. I struggled with whether or not Dr. Pepper was against the Word of Wisdom (no) and whether it was prohibited to wear panties under garments during your period (yes). Then what happened? Someone I cared about deeply talked to me (I will not share the story here because it does not belong to ...