Thoughts during conference.

We have been blessed so far this Conference time.  So many good words.  Not sure why they are impacting me more, but feeling somewhat at peace with myself, for the first time in a while.

It saddens me that people will go to the effort to get tickets to conference, to go in the conference center, so that they can stand against the prophet of God.  People have their agency, and I respect that, but, if you are so dead set against the prophet, then why are you a member of the church?  No, some moron trying to make a point has any impact on what I believe, but can you imagine how some of the nicest, most Christlike men on earth feel hearing someone make a point to stand against them, after all the work they do?

I would also say that I am saddened by hearing the MTC choir singing.  Whenever I do, I can't help but go back and replay this video

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zgA0shs3L28

I know that people have agency, children have agency, and we were told very specifically that we  CANNOT pray away that agency.  It doesn't make the pain any less.

I never knew, until I took her out to the MTC that she had a beautiful alto voice, probably could even sing tenor.  What kind of father is that?

As I reflect on so many things before conference begins in an hour and change, I hear the voice of love and mercy from each of the speakers.  I hear the testimonies of Christ.  Of his boundless love for all of our Father's children.

I try very hard to judge no one any more.  At times, it can be difficult, but try to see past those beams in my eyes.  To see people as children of God.  The words in conference have been manna to my ears.  I should probably try to see past those beams when I look at myself.  I know how harshly I judge myself, as probably many do.  But I am learning, to see myself as God would see me.  The love that I know He has for me.  even me.

At times the only thing we can trust is that love.  No matter what. To nurture that faith, to cause it to grow.  The seed is in each of us.  The sower has sown, and even if our soil is rocky, or filled with weeds, the condition can be changed.  Even the hardest of hearts can be broken.  Saul of Tarsus, Alma the Younger.  It won't be easy.

I know that my Redeemer lives.  I know He has prophets on the earth to guide us in these latter days.  The world changes.  Values change.  God's laws are constant.  Were they not, He would cease to be God.

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  1. philip loveseeOctober 2, 2016 at 7:52 AM

    For reference, it is the 2:28 mark or so that she can be seen.

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