I have always loved General Conference. It is the powerful spiritual boost that helps keep me on track (as close as I can get stumbling along) for 6 months at a time. Well, the love has been tempered the last 3 years or so with the arrival of subsequent beasties. It seems so much more difficult to glean the meaning and spiritual thoughts I NEED to help me grow stronger, better. However, my heart received its needed message amid the chaos of color crayons, building blocks and other random paraphernalia issued to keep my beasts quiet (at least to a dull roar). I know my Savior died for Me. I know He lives. Elder Holland's talk touched me to my heart and I wept (secretly-to avoid tiresome questions). It is the remembrance of the Atonement that helps me to plug along in life. I trudge along...seeming to never rise above my nose in the dirt, but at least I know my Redeemer knows me and knows the feelings of my soul. He knows I am often sad and discouraged at my many faults and yet, He felt it worth it to die for me. There must be hope that I will succeed with the purpose given to my life.
Another truth I managed to soak up was the truthfulness of a latter-day prophet. My heart burned with the closing remarks of President Thomas S. Monson. I knew he was the chosen prophet when he was called, but the Spirit testified again to me that it was true. How truly wonderful our Father in Heaven sees fit to bless us with a speaker of His words. I know it to be true and I am so thankful for him.