My mom, not too long ago, asked me what I would do if I were to ever get taken prisoner while on the mission. Of course, what seemed like an easy answer("just do what the spirit tells me") wasn't so easy for me to come to. The tomboy inside of me wanted to shout that I would fight back but I simply responded with a unenthusiastic "I don't know."
Although I am weeks late to answer this question, I've finally found my answer, however, my answer is simply another question. "Why should I fear death?"
With the knowledge I have and an ever growing testimony, I have no reason to fear such thing.
Luke 9:24 :)
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