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Miriam Hunter:
To be honest, I didn’t really enjoy my life as a kid. For most of my childhood, church life, home life, and social life were awful. I grew up feeling ostracized, alone, and angry with God because of it.
At home, my mom hid the toxic relationship she had with my father — for a while. But when I was 10...(to read the full story, click here.)
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Bryan Edwards:
I was raised in an abusive home with an alcoholic father, a mother who worked over 60 hours per week to provide for us, and an autistic older brother. On top of that, we were the only non-LDS family in our Salt Lake City neighborhood. Some of my earliest memories were watching parents come out and grab their children when my brother and I stepped outside to play. At school, some of the kids would gossip about...(to read the full story, click here.) |
Roots testimonies part three

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Roots testimonies part two

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Roots testimonies part one

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Ben:
I grew up in a picture-perfect, religious household. My mother was raised in the LDS religion and my father was a convert. They met on their mission and they’re good people, but I never felt quite right growing up in that environment. I was pretty sure that God was real and I wanted to...(to read the full story, click here.) |
Shawna:
My very first experience with Jesus was in 1987, as a young married woman with one young daughter. I accepted Him at a small church in downtown Provo, along with most of my immediate family. The effect was overwhelming, powerful and sudden. All was well for the first few years, but as I look back...(to read the full story, click here.)
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Joel:
As I look back on my journey in this mystery of life, it’s amazing that I caused my loved ones and myself so much grief simply by my arrogance and pride. In hindsight, I can see at every junction in my life where I chose to be stubborn and selfish. But Christ was standing patiently beside me, waiting...(to read the full story, click here.) |
Shane:
I grew up in Salt Lake City. My parents were married in the LDS temple and quite active in that faith. When Mom died of breast cancer when I was just eight years old, my father turned to alcohol and later became an alcoholic. As the youngest of eight children, my father was not in a position to care for me...(to read the full story, click here.)
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Justin:
Growing up in California,
I always went to any length to impress my friends, trying to fit
in. Unfortunately, this included developing the very dangerous
habits of drugs and alcohol. Throughout my teens, I got into a lot
of trouble
with the police and ended up in juvenile detention... (to read the full story click here.)
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