The missionaries came to our class one day
and they gave us each a Book of Mormon.
They asked us to put our testimonies in the front
and give it to one of our friends.
The book probably sat my locker for a month.
I was really afraid.
I didn't know what to say.
But there was Mark.
So, I offered a silent prayer, and ask for courage
to be able to just do it.
And I stood up.
And before I knew it, I handed it to him.
I couldn't believe it.
I was actually tell me about the Book of Mormon.
I was acting like a missionary.
He didn't say too much.
He just kind of took the book and walked away.
It was incredible.
And I know without the Lord's help,
I never would have been able to do it.
I was there the first time Mark every gave a prayer out loud.
I don't know what's going to happen.
I don't know if he'll be baptised,
but if I hadn't have asked for strength that day,
who knows when I would have shared the gospel with him.
I remember one day at school, I said something really
rude to Diane about her clothes.
It was really stupid.
Sometimes I just can't believe the things I say and do,
just to impress my friends.
I know it's not right.
So I prayed.
I prayed for strength to help me change,
and to do what I knew I had to do.
The apology wasn't easy.
But without the Lord's help, I never could have done it.