Pearl Marie Whitlock Peterson (1890-1962) of Gunnison, Utah, wrote this account in 1938.
Having been brought up by Latter-day Saint parents [Charles and Annie Petersen Whitlock, of Sterling, Utah], doubt of God was unknown to me throughout childhood and youth. The foundation thought in our home was that God loves us and, with the help of loving spirits, is taking care of us.
Gradually I learned that the purpose of life is to try us, to see if we will obey the Lord and make ourselves worthy to return to Him where we would continue to go on. This gave zest to life and made the struggle against obstacles happy and worthwhile.
After my  marriage I lived out on a farm with no near neighbors. Although my husband [Clarence] was away much of the time, I never felt all alone, for, even there, I believed God was caring for me. I felt a companionship with my guardian angel.
At this time an elderly gentleman called often to visit with us. As an apostate from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, he was bitter in his denunciation of the Mormons.
For some time his stories and remarks had no evil effect upon me. But after my first son [Wesley] was born [in 1920] I began to dread those visits. Because he always said, “I know,” my belief seemed inadequate in coping with him.
He said, “I know there is no God. I know Joseph Smith was an impostor. I know that anyone who prays is mentally deranged.” And prayer was a common vital part of my life.
I began to wonder if all I had believed was wrong. Doubt crept into my mind and fear filled my soul: for, if there was no God there was no meaning to life – no incentive to put forth a real effort to progress and do good.
My parents had given me beautiful happy thoughts but if they were wrong, what should I teach my child? How could I give him a desire to keep clean, to do good and to seek intelligence? How could I give him joy if this belief in God’s love and care were false?
Such an overwhelming weight of oppression assailed me that I involuntarily did the thing I had always done in any desperate need – I knelt by my baby’s crib and prayed for truth. Inconsistent though it may seem, I prayed to God and asked Him whether or not there is a God.
Having asked Him, I felt an urge to read and study. To my surprise the subsequent issues of the daily paper (it was not issued by a church) and every magazine that came into our home had at least one article about prayer, the Bible or God. I studied the scriptures and prayed continually.
One morning as I was outside washing clothes, I heard the rattle of a buggy. I looked up to see the elderly gentleman coming down the hill toward our gate. In that instant a wave of joy swept through my soul and I thought aloud, “You may say anything you wish, now. You can never hurt me again because I know that God lives and that Jesus Christ is our Redeemer.” I stopped, really amazed. I tried to think just when that knowledge had come to me and how it had come. I couldn’t tell but I felt at peace. Doubt and fear were gone. Ineffable joy was mine. I realized that God had poured out a glorious blessing upon me.
I tried to tell my friends that I knew God lived and that the Gospel of Jesus Christ was the only means of exaltation. They seemed unimpressed. So I learned that this testimony given by the Holy Spirit is not gratuitously rained upon all people. It is given to those who manifest a sincere desire for it.
Since that day, so long ago, I have seen many signs and wonders. I have learned new truths and have found the Gospel to be the supreme plan for soul development.