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Sunday Morning, General Conference

Leading up to this spring's General Conference, our prophet, President Nelson, asked us to prepare--to read Joseph Smith's account of the First Vision, and to think what our life would be like without the restoration.  I've taken this seriously, and to be honest, many of my thoughts throughout any given day have turned to these two things.

Today, during the morning session of General Conference, President Nelson read to us, from the Sacred Grove, the sixth proclamation ever given by the first presidency.  It was a beautiful reminder of how much has happened since the church and the priesthood were restored on the earth.  Afterwards, in an almost empty auditorium, with all of the general authorities sitting six feet apart in light of the current COVID-19 pandemic, President Nelson led us in the Hosanna shout from the podium.  It was followed by the Hosanna anthem being sung by the Tabernacle Choir and the audience joining with The Spirit of God (a very sweet reminder of when I played this on the organ for the Columbus Temple dedication).  I openly wept as I participated in all of this.  It was so beautiful, and the Spirit was so strong, and I was reminded again that our lives are so much more than the day-to-day of what we experience.  God has the reins, and we need to have the faith and trust in him that we are in His hands.

How thankful I have been to have a living prophet to lead us during this time.  I'm thankful that he thinks of us and reaches out to us and gives us words of peace and comfort.  I trust that whatever happens with my own life and with the lives of humanity in general, they will be as God wants them to be.

What a beautiful spring day to be reminded of these eternal truths, and to be offered an opportunity to commune with the Spirit and to feel my Heavenly Father's love.


Knowing Glo wouldn't have access to a handkerchief on her mission, I spoke with her last night and told her to take an old pair of garments (shirt or pants), cut out the marks, and then cut the garment to the size of a handkerchief and use it.  I'm so happy to see that she and Hermana Assumpçáo listened and had something more than their hands to use <3

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