General Conference weekend has been so fortifying so far. It is always so nostalgic to see the tabernacle choir singing and President Monson sitting on the stand. It brings me back to my childhood days and waking up on a saturday/sunday morning to the sound of all the radios and TV tuned in to the General Conference. (I guess i really got to sleep in back in those days!) My parents would let us come and go during the saturday conference but it seemed whenever President Monson spoke i would be drawn to his voice and his stories. Now he is the Prophet. It is comforting to hear his testimony, his faith and his hope in Christ. I am so grateful that we know "by the voice of my servants or by mine own voice, it is the same!"