Finally Made Whole
Today, we're sharing the testimony of Sister Missy Munson. This one is a little longer than normal, but it's worth it!
One afternoon in my home, I saw that my daughter, who was 13 at the time, appeared visibly shaken. I asked what was wrong, and she pointed into the kitchen proclaiming that a man was standing in the corner. I cautiously looked around the corner but saw nothing but my daughter insisted a man dressed in dark pants, work boots, and a green jacket was standing in the kitchen. In an effort to calm my daughter, I turned on the light and stepped into the empty kitchen. With tears running down her face, she said the man was reaching out to hug me. After looking through old photos, we realized that the man was my father who had passed away when my daughter was 2 years old.
At the time of this occurrence I did not attend church. As a child, I had attended church with my parents, but after my father's passing, I am ashamed to say I stopped. I lived right next door to the church, and many days I drove right past, waving to the brothers and sisters who I'd known as a child. But I felt no desire to walk through the doors again.
The following Sunday, I made my way out the door to run a few errands. Upon returning home, I once again saw the brothers and sisters walking into church for Sunday school. I smiled and waved as normal, but this time there was something different within me.
It was as if a switch turned on in my mind, and I told my husband I was going to church. I don't think he believed me until I came downstairs in black dress pants, an embroidered top, and heels.
As I was making my way up the church steps, I remember hesitating. I questioned why all of a sudden after 11 years I was walking up those steps. I remember asking myself what had changed. I remember hearing a voice within me saying, "Just walk through the doors. You will understand."
The moment I walked through the door, I was greeted by a beautiful Sister I had connected with on Facebook, and she embraced me with the most welcoming, beautiful smile. She invited me to sit with her and held my hand as service began.
That Sunday service did not go as normal. Instead of starting with a sermon, something prompted the brothers and sisters to begin testimony, and I watched as just about every person stood and thanked God. I remember crying like I never cried before — not tears of sadness but joy — and feeling as if I'd found what I'd been searching for, a feeling I can only describe as being made whole again.
At one point, my uncle, who was an elder, said with tears in his eyes that as he looked at me sitting in the pew he could see my father sitting right there with me. With tears in my own eyes and a huge smile on my face, I nodded in agreement because I believe he was there with me that day.
I remember a woman standing up towards the end of testimony who said, "I want what all of you have. I don't know how to do this, how do I ask for my baptism," and I remember feeling the urge to stand up and join her, but my earthbound thoughts won me over. "You just came back to church; you are not worthy of this honor; you haven't even read the Bible." So, I sat back and watched as the saints rejoiced and made plans for the baptism of this new sister that day.
As service ended, I walked next door to my home, and excitedly recapped the events and the feeling within me to my family. For the remainder of the day I could not stop thinking of the light ignited inside me. I decided I was going to read the Bible cover to cover as if I needed to study to pass some test of approval to join this wonderful Church. To make myself accountable to this promise, I told the presiding elder of my plan and that when I was finished reading I was going to ask for my baptism.
I found myself too anxious to wait until the following Sunday for service, so I reached out to my friend on Facebook and inquired about Wednesday services. From that point on, each week I attended every Sunday and Wednesday meeting. I joined Ladies' Circle and MBA. I found myself looking forward to each service, and I spent my days in between reading as much of the Bible as I could in a day. I found myself wanting more and more to become a member of this beautiful Church.
Needless to say, I didn't wait until I read the Bible from cover to cover. One day, I called the presiding elder and said, "I know I was going to read the Bible in its entirety, but I cannot wait one minute longer. Would it be OK if I ask for my baptism?" The following Sunday, only two months from my first day back, I was baptized into The Church of Jesus Christ.
I strongly believe that God heard my silent prayers for help, the crying of my empty heart, and sent a message that He knew I would listen to. I thank Him daily for his grace, for accepting me and allowing me to be reborn. I am blessed with so many things, but my biggest blessing is the day I stopped listening to my earthbound voice and walked through the doors of The Church of Jesus Christ and was finally made whole.
This article has undergone ministry review and approval.