What a lovely time conference is for those of us lucky enough to live here in the heart of Utah. I would have said "Zion", but I was listening to conference today and we're not living charitably or lovingly enough to be called Zion yet here in Utah. We have a ways to go. But we do have the perks.
Last Saturday evening, Erin and Rachel and I were able to sit in the presence of the prophet as we heard the marvelous messages prepared for the sisters of the Church. The Spirit is so strong as you sit together in the comfortable Conference Center, all of one mind and heart. When Sister Beck spoke of how hard it was to have her mother move far away from her, and asked, in tears, "Who will be my mother now?", I was in tears too. I hope all my young daughters (including in-laws) and nieces can take strength from Relief Society.
Today, we had the luxury of watching conference at home, on the bed, in our jammies, with the windows open to the rain. This is the way I have always been able to watch conference and have never really appreciated it so much until now. I know that people come in from across the country to go to the conference center to actually be in there with the prophet. I appreciate that sentiment and like to take advantage of that on other occasions so as to not take up a seat. And I know that members outside of Utah have to get dressed in Sunday clothes and go watch in their stake centers. But having been with the Saints in Ohio and have them talk about the trips they make to conference and how important it is to them, and finding out from Allison that where she is, that even watching at the stake center isn't even an option. You can see it if you have satellite, or as her Bishop said (as he was raking his lawn during the afternoon session), you just read the Ensign!I love conference. I love options. And I really love watching it in my jammies. In the rain.
