I guess I've waited long enough to make my post about general conference. It's sad really. Maybe I thought I would be inspired later--that one of the talks would stick and I would think about it over the next few days or weeks. But no.
I have to blame myself. They say if you don't get anything from a talk, that you aren't prepared spiritually. That must have been me. Nothing stuck. I listened--to 4 sessions. I wanted to love it. Yeah, nothin'.
The announcement about the missionaries was cool. I think there will be more problems between elders and sisters now, but whatever. I was surprised by a blog I read that lamented that it wasn't that way when she was 19, said she was a little jealous. I had a student at the institute tell me the next day that he had started his papers--he won't be 18 until next month. He was so excited. My thought was how will the mothers be able to let go a whole year earlier. Mikey said, "Dang, one less year to save!"
Conference is over. We had traditional conference breakfast and hung out together. It was peaceful. But not too lingering this time.
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