Words, The Spirit and Lion House Bread

What are words? Letters that we throw together to form meaning. Then there are sentences, what silly little things. We throw those newly formed words together to make a sentence which usually has a meaning, whether sad, happy, apologetic, angry, nervous or other. If we're intelligent enough, we take those tricky little sentences and smoosh them together to create paragraphs which could become short stories, Biology Essays, Novels, newspaper articles, and other such intelligent creations.
I am one is who is not abnormally gifted with words. I can't beautifully orchestrate a symphony of words as well as most. This will be the second, and I'm sure not last, reference to "You've Got Mail." In that movie the main character, Kathleen Kelly, states that she wishes that when confronted with an irritating situation she could say exactly what she wanted and how she wanted to exactly when she wanted to. Unfortunately I tend to fall into this category, at least with intelligent things that I wish I could say, when I wanted to say them. It's not the most enjoyable trait to behold, if anything it traps me in the "Wow, I sound like an idiot..." category. What can I say? (No pun intended.)
Anyway, moving on, I wanted to expound on the phenomena that is General Conference. I was blessed enough to be able to attend both Sunday A.M and P.M sessions. For the A.M session, I stood in the stand-by line with my dear dear friend Ellen. I love her to itsy bitsy pieces, she's amazing. So we stood in the somewhat cold air for about an hour and a half and then when we finally started moving, I think my body forgot my feet existed. A word to the wise, DO NOT and I repeat, DO NOT wear stiletto shoes to conference. Suck it up and wear the comfortable shoes, trust me. I should've known...Moving on, we actually had tickets for the second session. It was great, we were only about 30 rows from the front! Far enough away that I wasn't in perfect sight of them but close enough that I didn't have to squint or watch any of the screens. It was wonderful and I must admit that I suggest everyone takes the opportunity to actually go to General Conference, but you can feel the same Spirit anywhere you listen to it, so long as you actually listen. It was just amazing and I don't think I've ever gotten so much out of conference before. For those of you who have made it this far through the blog and are wondering, "Well, who was your favorite speaker!?" my answer is Elder Jeffery R. Holland. That man is an Apostle of the Lord without a doubt. I understand the Atonement much more than I have before and I know that it is true. I really enjoy whenever President Monson speaks though, because I feel as though I'm listening to an endearing and guiding grandfather. There is so much love from the General Authorities...you can't deny it! And if I can feel that loved by them, I can't imagine the overwhelming love that the Lord has for me!
Salt Lake City. What a place. Don't think I'd ever want to live there exactly but Temple Square is so beautiful. Especially after conference because they've planted a lot of flowers and such. I had the opportunity today to go again! Ellen, who came to visit for Conference, all the way from My Ol' Kentucky Home and Paul (another friend who's home is Everywhere, USA and China) and myself all took off after my class this morning and walked around for awhile before Ellen's flight. Though I've seen Temple Square and I've been able to experience the things you do at Temple Square, I got to do it a second time with a new bunch of people. (Bunch apparently translates to two now...hm.) It was amazing. BUT! The thing I did this time, that I didn't get to do LAST time was get Lion House rolls. MMM MMM! Let me tell you know, that if you EVER go to Temple Square, EAT THE ROLLS! Haha, that sounds like..well, anyway... They are delectable. And then when you come home and heat them up? HOLY COW! YUM!
So basically my weekend was a bad (or good depending on your definition) episode of The Good, The Bad and The Ugly...but it happens and life goes on.
My last little bit...somewhat like a "P.S." is this: Home Teachers are seriously the most amazing idea ever. And mine rock my world. I am so grateful for their worthiness to hold the true priesthood of the Lord. To my Home Teachers, thank you for your patience. Thank you for your love and dedication. I love you both. You are amazing.