Cesar's Conversion Story!!!!

Cesar's story

My journey begins when I went to my dads baptism. The day that I went to my dads baptism, I saw a great change in my dad. Evidence that the Latter Day Saints in the ward Montebello, had made in my dad. I wanted to get closer to the church, and I wanted to listen to the elders who taught my dad. They were great people, who shined with the gospel light, almost Angelical. I started classes with them, and they taught me four times. One of my best friends took the lessons with me. However, the negative circumstances, like my best friends started pulling me away from the light. I found out later, something I didn't realize at the time, was that were all followers of Satan. #devilworshippers

They were able to pull me away for quite a while. I separated from my dad for about four months, because I got sucked into the lifestyle. Addictions. 

I realized that the best council,not the best things happened when I was with my dad, and we were praying together. My dad decided to move house, which resulted in us coming to the ensign ward. For the first time, the first moment I came on Sunday. After thousands of times of my father asking me to go with him, and I did t want to go. I felt a feeling of necessity to be united with my brothers. I felt like I needed to be a part of a family. I was feeling sad, and alone, like I was missing something. So when my dad said, "We need to talk to the missionaries." But first we talked to the bishop. He told us that we needed to talk to the sisters, Cordova and Espinosa. 

When I met them, the elder walker introduced us. And I started taking classes again. Two sister missionaries, simple, and charitable (joyful spirited). They always had a big smile on their faces. They started to give me my first class. When they visited I felt confirmation of what I felt before. In the middle of the lessons I started to notice the huge impact my friends were having on me. People that we supposed to be my true friends. I started to realize. That they did not want me to get baptized. As I started telling them that my baptismal date, it was if I was cussing them out. They reacted so negatively to the idea. I started to fully give myself to the feelings that the word of God gave me. I started to listen more to what I would call the spirit. It would tell me to stop smoking. And I felt my mother was there too, telling me to stop. To never forget how she died, which was because of her life long addiction to smoking.

I will never forget the night obispo's, Potts, and renteria, and my beautiful sisters brought me my cinnamon candies and treats so I could use them against the desire to smoke. And it helped to a certain extent but my baptism was right around the corner. I promised my mom that I would stop smoking before I got baptized, but unfortunately, the date came and I was not ready. I realized that if I got baptized then I would let my mom down, my dad down, myself, Jesus Christ, and my two amazing sisters. They were all in my mind all the time. I felt disappointed that I had not stopped smoking. I thought, if I am going to do this, I'm going to do it right. If I have to explain it to the bishop, or to my sisters. I didn't want them to think I was turning my back on the churns. I just wanted to be as clean and honest as I could be. That a another way that the enemy told me to forget the church. In the past I would have been a coward, and moved on and turned my back on everything.

I just had a feeling though, that the ensign ward is my family. And no matter what I felt, even if I felt embarrassed or ashamed. I needed to go the next Sunday to church, to take the sacrament, because I knew that was what was goi g to make me stronger. It was going to help me get close to what I have always wanted, to be baptized. And to get closer to all my bothers and sisters. And I did it!!!!!!! :) yay!!!!!!!!