general conference

  General Conference weekends growing up

were my favorite.

Waking up to the smell of bacon and eggs.

Wearing your pj’s all. day. long.

Snuggling with the dogs under a blanket.

Playing the m&m game.

Hearing the prophet’s voice.  

Nothing beats that.

Except watching it in Jerusalem.

Listening to words about Christ

while living in the place

He lived and died.

Listening to the teachings of the

atonement and resurrection

while living in the place He lived and died.

It is quite an experience that I will never forget. 

{and the fact that boy missionaries can leave at 18 and girl missionaries can leave at 19… my age }