Every time conference rolls around, my mind rolls around to him... Gordon B. Hinckley, the late prophet of my faith. Maybe its his gentle demeaner that I miss, or the fact that his temperament is similar to my dad and grandpa's - two other favorite men of mine. Don't get me wrong, I feel a deep connection with our current Prophet, President Thomas Monson, but every six months I encounter a moment where I anticipate hearing from President Hinckley and then have to remind myself that his teaching is now done in another sphere, minus the humorous waving of the cane on his entrances and exits. I wonder what he would tell us if he were here now... how he would rally us to move forward in the cause for good, despite the numerous obstacles that await us. I'm sure he would tell us to stand a little taller and try just a little bit more each day to do the best we can... the very best we can. I love his endless optimism that "everything will work out", and I often find myself repeating those simple words to myself. How lucky we were, as a church, to call him our Prophet for over 10 years. He will always be remembered in my heart as a kind, gentle yet firm, resolute, optimistic, humble, salt-of-the-earth good man. (Don't get me wrong, I'm still excited about conference).
