Monday, October 5, 2009
This past weekend we were up at General Conference. I had not attended conference since before I was married, which was before the Conference Center was built. I admit I have always wanted to go see the Conference Center, but my trips to Utah (let alone that far north) have been rare over the past 12 years or so.
The purpose of our trip was to take Patch to attend the priesthood session. He turns 12 this week and for more than three years I have had this trip in mind, hoping to provide him with a testimony-building experience. Luckily, thanks to our amazing nephew, we were able to get fabulous seats to the priesthood session. I walked Steve and Patch to the door of the Conference Center to take their picture. My dream of this day had come true.
And then I walked away feeling sad that it was not me getting a chance to attend a session.
You see, we did not have tickets to any other of the sessions. Although we could have attempted the stand-by line, I knew my DH would not be thrilled to do so knowing how we could be watching from our comfy hotel room beds. So as I walked away I resigned myself to having to come back another time to see conference in the future.
But later that night a tender mercy happened. Our nephew came up with a few more tickets for the Sunday morning session (as well as for The Spoken Word). I was so grateful for the opportunity. The seats weren't as fabulous, but I was still so happy to be there. I am so grateful for moments like these where I know the Lord really knows me and the desires of my heart.
(I will be posting trip pictures soon!)
Scripture of the Day: D&C 14:7