General Conference 10/6 and 10/7/12

Feed my sheep; feed my lambs

I can't believe another General Conference has come and gone and I have not written one spiritual thought since the last one.
This past conference, last weekend, was as uplifting as ever.
One thing that stood out to me was that the story of Peter, the fisherman, was given twice. I know the men have no idea what the others are writing about, so what are the odds that two men would dwell on the same passage in scripture?
Nevertheless, I was enlightened--twice. Peter and the other apostles went back to their former lives after Jesus was crucified and resurrected. Did they think that the last three years of their lives was all there was?
Jesus, calling them "children," told them to cast their nets over the other side and they would be filled. Were they children? I guess so. They needed the constant reminder to "do what I say." They needed to be reminded that they had a great work to do.
"And when thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren. . . " Did the Lord think Peter still wasn't converted? Well, he did deny him three times.
Peter was told to uplift and teach the others, as well as all the sheep--the followers of Christ--and the lambs; those that are young or new in the gospel.
This story is a reminder to me that, once converted, we should not go back to our life before we had the Savior in it. We need to move forward.
Peter didn't realize his life had been changed forever. Did he really not see that?
Do you? Do I?

General Conference

This morning when I woke up, I prayed that the prophet and general authorities would give talks that I needed to hear. Not only that, but I prayed that, if they did, I would hear them.
It was funny to hear Elder Uchtdorf start out by telling about a letter he received from a sister who asked him to talk about something specific. Are we allowed to do that?! I'll have to try it.
However, his talk hit home with me. Let those that have ears to hear...
I just love Elder Nelson. He is one of my favorites. I love how he talked about the body and all its organs and parts. It really made me realizee how my life--my body--is a miracle. I am thankful for all my working parts.

And our prophet, Thomas S. Monson, is just so precious to me. I love his stories and that he does all the gestures. I caught his eye at one point and he seemed to be peering directly into my soul. I have choices I can make that will steer my life.
I am grateful for all the talks that were given. I wish we could have General Conference every week...or at least every month. I so look forward to it.
And when the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sang, "Oh, Thou Fount of Every Blessing," my absolute favorite hymn, tears couldn't be restrained from falling down my cheeks. I was so moved.
I look forward to the last session in a few hours.
I know I will be uplifted. I will also be sad to see it end.