I grew up in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Living the Gospel was as expected of me as going to school. My parents played the “you know what is right” card so many times that not even the angels keeping my record could take count. Having a testimony, as such a personal thing, was expected, but my parents could not evaluate exactly how they did raising me. They just hope and pray each day that my siblings and I will make the right choices. Still, as a senior in college, there are few things I can honestly say that I know, without any doubt. I believe it all. I believe that the principles laid out in the scriptures will lead to a long, healthy, happy life. I believe that Christ suffered for our sins. I believe that when I die, Christ will greet me and eventually judge my deeds. Among the few things I know is my faith in the eternal family. I know for a fact that I can be with my family for eternity and that very fact gives me the power to move forward on the challenging, yet correct, path back to my Heavenly Father. I know the priesthood truly God’s power on earth. Of the numerous blessings I’ve received, each one has been fully or partially fulfilled. Worthy priesthood holders can work miracles by proxy of Heavenly Father. Most importantly, I know God exists. He governs His children on earth. He knows me; He knows my weaknesses; He knows my strengths; He loves me enough to answer even the simplest prayers. On the knowledge that God lives stands each and every other principle and commandment. With this knowledge, I have the necessary foundation on which to build my testimony. As long as I know that God is real, I have started on a lifelong effort to assemble the pieces of my testimony.