Sometimes I even get homesick for it. I love it. I always love it, and I wouldn’t give it up for anything.
I'm speaking, of course, about General Conference.
This year I almost missed part of it. Well, I wouldn’t have missed it because I would have listened to it in the car, but it’s not the same. But when I was sitting there, surrounded by my kids and the legos and the snacks and the cuddles and the calming, familiar voices of leaders who want only to help me I was so glad that I wasn’t anywhere else.
I always enjoy Saturday morning the most, probably because that’s when I’m fresh. By Sunday afternoon I feel as if I’ve been drinking out of a firehose, and I wonder if the talks from that session would affect me more had I heard them earlier on. I still love the feeling, though, and look forward to hearing all the talks again later when I download them to my MP3 player.
So I don’t have anything specific to say about any of the talks, but I just wanted to say how sweet it is to have such a warm, safe place in my life as General Conference. I feel centered now and ready to take a deep breath and try again.
(A friend once said to me, “If guilt does anything more to you than make you stop sinning, it’s not from God.” I agree completely. But there’s a different kind of guilt that is not negative but is really a sweet nudging that is always accompanied by a bright splash of hope that I really can do better and, what’s more, I really want to—an excited feeling of anticipation, really. That’s the RIGHT kind of correction from the Holy Ghost, and that’s the kind I get when I listen to conference with the Spirit. Ahhhh.)