🌄 His Story Felt Like Mine
🌄 His Story Felt Like Mine
(Another Testimony on the Path to His Presence)
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🔰 A Word Before We Begin…
I’ve heard stories like this before.
I’ve known people like this.
Quiet ones. Humble ones.
Men and women who walk close with the Savior.
Who hear Him.
Who see Him.
Who carry His Spirit like fire in their bones.
This isn’t the first time I’ve heard a witness like this.
And it won’t be the last.
The path is real.
The veil is thin.
The invitation is open.
So when I listened to this man’s story—this brother named Lehaiy—
I didn’t think, “Wow, how rare.”
I thought, “Yes. Here’s another one.”
Another voice.
Another testimony.
Another echo of the same call that’s been ringing since the beginning:
Come unto Christ.
Not through status.
Not through systems.
But directly.
Personally.
Powerfully.
🕊️ A Voice in the Wilderness
I didn’t expect it.
Just clicked the link.
Sat down to listen.
And then—
💥 Something pierced my heart.
This man—Lehaiy—began to speak.
And I knew:
He’s walked the same road I’ve walked.
Maybe different shoes. But same dust.
🧠 Raised LDS.
🎓 Taught to obey.
🛐 Trained to follow prophets.
🧾 Temple recommend. Check.
🤝 Church loyalty. Check.
But like me…
He ached for something more.
🏔️ So he climbed mountains.
Literally.
To pray.
To plead.
To ask.
“Can I see angels?
Can I hear Your voice?
Can I come into Your presence?”
And the answer…
was yes.
Not right away.
Not without cost.
But eventually—
He walked through the veil.
And saw the Savior face to face.
😭 That’s when I started to cry.
Because it’s what I’ve always known.
What I’ve whispered into these blog posts.
What I’ve learned at the ranch,
On the golf course,
In the hospital bed,
And in the silence.
He is real.
He is near.
And He speaks.
Not just to prophets.
Not just to leaders.
To anyone with a humble, broken heart.
📜 Lehaiy was shown ancient records.
Guess what?
So was I.
He discovered sacred lineage—
Old temple patterns—
And the voice of his ancestors calling.
Me?
I was led to the Nemenhah Records.
To Moroni, still preaching from the dust.
To Timothy, teaching Zion’s laws.
To a people who built the Refuge
when the rest of the world fell asleep in church.
🧱 But first, the walls had to come down.
Just like Lehaiy,
I had to let go of what I thought was true.
The hierarchy.
The programs.
The temples full of ordinances
but empty of presence.
The Savior wasn’t in those walls anymore.
He was outside—knocking.
🩸 The path isn’t easy.
There’s weeping.
There’s breaking.
There’s dying to the ego.
But on the other side?
⚡ Rebirth.
⚡ Light.
⚡ Him.
🌍 “God is no respecter of persons.”
Leai said it.
So did Peter.
So did the Book of Mormon.
And now—
So do I.
You don’t need a title.
You don’t need a temple recommend.
You don’t need to be perfect.
You just need to ask.
And keep asking.
🎥 Want to see what I saw?
Watch this:
👉 Lehaiy’s Full Testimony
If you’ve ever wondered
if the Savior really shows up in this life—
this is your confirmation.
✉️ Final Invitation
If this stirred your heart,
It’s not because of Lehaiy.
And it’s not because of me.
It’s because He is calling you.
So let go.
Wake up.
And walk with Him.
He’s closer than you think.
And He still parts veils.
—
"Seek, and ye shall find.
Knock, and it shall be opened unto you."
— Jesus
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