Nostalgia.

So, if you read this post, then you know that I haven't always been a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I used to go to several different churches growing up. All at different stages of my life, of course!

When my family moved across the country to this area where I live, my mom picked up the phone book and searched for a church that best fit our beliefs. I remember sitting on the floor next to her as she kept calling different churches. I was flipping through the different listings while she was on the phone and told her to call this specific one. Well, that's where we ended up!

We started to attend when I was in fifth or sixth grade. I kept attending that church for years. It was where I first kind of became aware of what I was doing when it came to religion. I started to really figure it all out for myself, something that everyone needs to go through in their own journey. Being a part of the youth group at that church I really found something. I found faith and friendship. I found people who loved Jesus Christ as much as I did. I really came out of my shell during those few years going to that church.

Nick and I were talking about listening to the contemporary Christian radio instead of the crap that is shelled out like it's going out of style. We want to listen to more uplifting things so we can focus more on the Spirit in our life.

I found my old CDs my youth pastor gave me back in junior high. I popped one in and pulled out the CD of pictures from those wonderful years. Let me tell you. I have been fighting tears of nostalgia for the last two hours. I had some of the best friends I have ever had in my life. I really owe a lot to them. They were and still are so dear to me.