Journey to the True Church: Finding God’s Path

The sterile scent of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints building always hit me like a wall. It wasn’t a bad smell, just…artificial. Like the perfect smiles plastered on the faces of some of the congregants. At 16, I was already too cynical for my own good, a tall, lanky girl with a head full of swirling, skeptical thoughts. My blonde hair, usually pulled back in some haphazard attempt at neatness, framed a face that was perpetually studying, analyzing.

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