Losing my religion

My journey away from the LDS Church

One of my earliest memories is sitting out by the curb in front of our house at the end of the driveway. I remember feeling incredibly sad, and I began to cry. I looked up at the sky and thought,

“Father, why have you abandoned me here? I want to come home.” I was six years old. The need to find God and return to him has continued throughout my life.

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