my religion

My faith is a life encompassing religion. I’m not a fully devout person. I was but now I’m not. My mom is devout in getting me there. I don’t know why. I wonder if my mom might like it. She doesn’t like going but she is into having me be happy. She’s getting into having them be ok in her house. I don’t know why she’d like them in her house as she didn’t want the sisters in her house at 1st. This is a strange about face. Then again no it’s not. She’s done these several times. I wonder why she’s more into me being religious than anything. I know she’s done about faces before but this is more of a stronger 1. Let me give me you a sense of this whole about face. My mom didn’t want the missionaries in her house period. I understood but I knew they were coming and were determined to meet her. It went ok. My mom went to the baptism and met everyone. I was happy. My mom knew a few people who were Mormon before the baptism but it’s awesome as she’s happy to see me happy. She relaxed and made me happy being in the religion.