The Holy Ghost, a constant companion.
When I was 8 years old, I entered the waters of baptism through the priesthood power which was held by my grandpa, David Evans. There were a few moments that stood out to me. First, I stood for a picture, wearing my polyester white dress in front of a painting of the Savior’s baptism in the hall at our stake center. Second, as I came out of the water, I distinctly remember feeling disappointed. I knew my sins were washed away, but...