I just loved sustaining our new prophet this morning.
The fact that each of us get to stand and perform a gesture (we just raise our hands, those of you who are raising your eyebrows) saying we believe in him, and we believe God chose him….
It’s a heartwarming thing.
Up until now every time they said “Our prophet, president Monson” I’d have a little snag in my life. I missed president Hinckely, it messed-up the rhythm that I’ve come to expect. I had the Holy Ghost testify to me that he is to be our new prophet, and snags, I have no more. It must be such an overwhelming day for him. Can’t imagine. He is definitely in my prayers.
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