Being In His Presence

Sitting on a hard bench with my back pack on the floor between my feet, two friends to my left and strangers encompassing me on all sides, I anxiously waited to see someone that I had never seen before in person.

That morning I had hurriedly walked the 10 minutes from UVSC campus to my truck and drove straight there. I walked from the parking lot of the Riviera all the way up to the Marriot Center hoping that I wasn't going to be late. I found a seat near the top and waited for frineds to join me.

Fianlly the moment came. He walked in. All at once the crowd went silent and everyone stood up. Surrounded by men he shook some hands, waved his cane, and made the audience laugh. He walked to the platform and sat down and motioned for the audience to do the same.

The moment he walked in the entrance I felt something I had never before felt. I have shaken hands with an apostle once and didn't realize it till someone told me, but this was different. I knew what he looked like, I've seen pictures of the prophet before, I do have a testimony that he is a prophet, but never till that moment had I truley understood what it meant that he truely IS the prophet of God.

I had felt a change in the room. I felt a feeling that is very difficult to describe, but complete peace and reassurance would be close. The feeling was so strong to me that even if I had my eyes closed I would have known the exact second that he entered. I may not always remember the words in which he spake at the devotional that day on BYU campus, but I will always remember the feeling I felt when I was in the presence Gordon B. Hinkley, the Prophet of God.

It's Tough

Yes, moving to my parents house is as tough, if not tougher than what I originally thought it would be. And it's only going to get tougher now that my brother Ryan is married and living somewhere else. I am now the only child at home.

School is also tough. I'm behind a bit in my interpretation class and falling behind in my Intro to Rec class. This semester is probably going to be the hardest just because of everything that is going on. I can't wait till fall break!!!

Work is getting tougher. My co-worker is all about working the least amount of hours as possible and getting paid for the most possible. He likes to leave early from work and get paid for it. I on the other hand can't justify it since I know that's wrong. We have started to have conflicts over it and something is going to change one way or other because I'm tired of his attitude.

However, through the toughness, I have found comfort: my bed; located in the basement away from everyone, full of pillows that are built up like a fort, peaceful, and non judgemental. It's a shame that I only get to spend about 7 hours a day there.