My cousin, Jace, is going on a mission to Mexico this week and had his farewell today. We went to West Point, UT to listen to his talk. Because of my bed rest, it was my first time going to church in 4 months. We have been blessed to have the Priests in our ward bring us the Sacrament every week, but there is something special about actually being in the congregation. Between the hymns and talks, the spirit was so strong, it almost brought me to tears. I was completely overwhelmed with gratitude. I couldn't help but think about the past 6 months of my life, it amazes me how much the Lord has blessed us. I know without a doubt that this church is true and I am so grateful for this gospel and how much it has impacted my life.
