the book of mormon

the other day i heard a knock on my door . . . i thought to myself yeah! a visitor! to my surprise i met 2 boys on their mission. i always felt bad because i am sure they get enough slack going door to door. and im sure sometimes it hurts, personally.

they vocalized a summary of their beliefs and asked me a couple questions and i answered honestly. here is the kicker: they asked if they could come back, and i said ok. i figured, they would just keep trying and if i were home, id be there and if not, i would catch them later; however, we scheduled a meeting.

they came back two days later. i don't mind talking, discussing beliefs. i am thoroughly interested and frankly, they always get such bad criticism i wanted to form my own opinion. maybe i will call this an "identity moratorium." im exploring . . . no commitments. im not exploring my options for identity sake . . . im exploring my options to form my opinions. i think it is perfectly legitimate.

they were very nice and they were respectful. i had questions, and they answered honestly to all of them (they even said i asked good questions). they've made a commitment in their lives i respect and they deserve to share that. i felt comfortable expressing my own thoughts and i also felt assured they were not there to convert me. i think that is why i agreed to talk with them, i knew it wasn't about conversion, it was an opportunity for them to talk, to have a voice, to be a mode of expression.

i'm a "yes" girl. i say ok and yes to a lot of things. is it good or bad? i don't know. but saying yes has giving me life experiences, given me adventure, given me opportunities, given me joy, given me sadness, given me freedom, and given me conversations that expand my horizons. i call that life. "and God said 'it is good'" and i do believe him.