A Dream Come True

By A. A. Storror

As a young boy I was always aware of the fact that there was a God, but I was afraid to make my feelings known to those about me. It was at a friend’s home that I eventually met the missionaries. All that they told me seemed to be true, yet I was not fully convinced. Realizing the turmoil I was in, my mother cautioned me to give serious thought to the questions in my mind and to be sure of any decision I made, since it would affect me for the rest of my life.

The friends who had studied the gospel with me had joined the Church. Yet I still refused to be baptized. I wasn’t sure. In this frame of mind I fell to my knees one night before going to bed and prayed for an answer to my problem. That night, I dreamed that I was in a large room searching for something that I was unable to find. The dream did not seem to provide any answer to my prayer. The next night I prayed again, and again I had the same dream.

I discussed the situation with a friend who had joined the Church and he gave me a copy of the Book of Mormon. After having read First Nephi, I again knelt in prayer and poured out my heart to God. That night I had the same dream, but this time I found what I was seeking. The next morning the Holy Ghost testified to me that the Church was true. Through prayer and the Book of Mormon I had my answer.