As always, General Conference was wonderful this weekend. It filled our home with the Spirit, with beautiful music, and with uplifting, God-inspired messages from our new prophet and other church leaders. I'm so glad Conference is held twice a year instead of just once. It's a re-charging of my spiritual batteries that I feel like I need every time it comes around.
I came to love General Conference in October of my freshman year at college. Before that, I wasn't all that into it. But in college, as a Mormon girl I was such a minority at worldly Ivy League Penn, and I clung to General Conference as a lifeline to help reinforce what I already knew among the sea of very different and sometimes totally opposite beliefs of so many of my friends and peers around me. I walked the couple of blocks back and forth to the church building on 39th & Chestnut Street for all four sessions every time, no matter how busy I was, never missing a session during my four years in school. It was a joy to attend. One of the reasons I'm thankful I chose to go to Penn over BYU is because it helped me come to love General Conference and appreciate our church leaders in a way that I never had before. I needed that guidance and light so much while I was at school, and it helped me to see that I needed it for life in general, no matter where I was or what I was doing.
I was on msnbc.com tonight and I was pleasantly surprised to see that Conference was one of the main stories. Cool!