Testimony of Testimony

I am addressing this fictitious letter not only to Moroni but whoever, so
Dear Whoever,
As I read many of these testimonies, I just wish I could be a little different. Many times our testimonies sound identical to each others. Which is fine because we are all discovering the same truths. However one thing that does differ from each of us is HOW we discovered our conviction of the same truths others testify of. I wish to hear more of this because when we are doubtfull and unsure, yet hear of others' HOW experience, we may find ourselves in a similar starting point as them. Their story of HOW they came to know may give us direction of where to go, what to do, how to be, who to know, or even that a person like us can get to be where or who they are.
For example, I can remember clearly how I learned that God very aware of where we are, what we need, and what we want. I was somewhere in Nebraska broken down on the side of the road. I was under my car trying to get some nuts loose. I could not get them loose with all of my strength. I prayed for either a temporary loan of extra strength, or a bar for leverage. The answer I felt was, "I know exactly where you are (somewhere in Nebraska near mile marker??), and what you need." The end of the story is that retired volunteers patrol the highways of Nebraska and help those on the side of the road; it was they who helped me. This is how I know that God knows us, where we are, what we need, what our desires are, and how to give us these things. Perhaps this story helps someone less religious believe they can have faith that God is aware of them when they too feel alone, helpless, and lost like i did that day underneath my car.
I included a second picture above. The reason I did is because people often ask if I pushed those rocks through the mud for the picture. I tell them, "No, it happens naturally." I get a confused look, and usually a response saying that they don't see how a phenomenon like that can happen naturally without anything pushing it. What you see is in Death Vally, known as "the racetracks". Rocks from a nearby mountain fall onto this dried up lake bed. Every so often it rains during a strong windstorm. The soot becomes extremely slippery, and the strong winds push these rocks through the mud. I have many pictures of some tracks who change direction more than once, or follow a curved path.
We can create many different analogies from this occurrence. However, when others testify of a certain truth, it can be easy to feel detached and distant from that testimony. The words that may come to one's mind may be, "Well that is what they know, and it is good for them, but this is what is difficult for me, this is what I have a hard time accepting, and I am here, and they are there, which is two very different places, so what they know doesn't apply to me or help me." Now just like the confused viewers of my picture, we too can see the end result of someones testimony and not know how they got there. It can seem incomprehensible to us. This comes from limited Human understanding and a lack of personal experience with God. God is the one who moves the Rocks. We don't know how our personal rocks are moved, nor do we need to know how He does it, but we need to experience it because it is beautifull, and inspirational.

I have been unclear with my purpose up to this point. My testimony is of testimonies. I know that we all have them, but more importantly I know it is important HOW we got them. I see people loose testimonies often, and on a small scale ours can diminish too. If we apply HOW we received ours in the first place we can once agian restrengthen ours, or rediscover what we lost. I know is important to build others as stated in Moroni ch. 7, and I personally feel that sharing HOW we know what we know is the most powerful way to do so. The HOW experiences show each other that we are human, and didn't easily inherit a testimony. It provides me with inspiration that I can know what I desire to know, especially when I find myself in a similar starting point as others before their HOW experience. So I wish that as we find our "personal rocks" moved by the Hand of God, may we do our best to show others our tracks; our starting point, direction (track), and final point, rather than just our end point (what we know).
-In the name of Jesus Christ,
Amen
-Kasey Keller