Last month I gathered with a smattering of wannabe saints in the mountains of Colorado to pray, praise and worship. Many fine talks were given. I was originally asked to speak, but declined, having nothing to say. When I prayed to God during the weeks and months leading up to that event, no ideas, words, or topics came to my mind and heart. Consequently, I went to this "meeting" only to be edified by others, to rejoice in their company and enjoy their fellowship.
It had been a long time since I had borne my testimony (other than to my family) in any religious forum or setting. The leaders of my (former) LDS ward had forbidden me from speaking. I was never once assigned to speak in sacrament meeting under their administration (over three years). When I extemporaneously bore my testimony in class or during testimony meeting, they afterward remonstrated me severely.
My testimony was not the message they wanted you to hear.
When I got to Colorado, I listened to the many talks given. I worshipped with my new friends and "family". And when the opportunity arose to bear my testimony, I felt the Holy Ghost at last fall upon me. It was given to me in the very moment what I should say.
These were my words.
If you are about to "defriend" me and never again listen to anything I say, I urge you to hear my testimony before you go.
I bear witness it is true.