Happy Memorial Day!

Happy Memorial Day! What a great day to thank all those that have
fought for our country. One thing that I love about the south is that
in every prayer they pray for those that serve for our country. It's a
tradition that I definitely want to carry on.

Wow, so I'm almost a third way done with my mission! Where does the time go?

Here are some of the fun things that are happening in good ol' Tennessee.

- On Tuesday we were able to meet Sister Pickering (a less active),
and her home nurse, Margaret. Margaret is originally from Scotland,
but she lived most of her life in England. So she has a beautiful
accent. When we asked Margaret if she had ever heard of the LDS
church, she looked at us like we were stupid and said, "of course I
do!" She told us that because a majority of her patients die in her
care, she wants to learn as much about every religion so that she can
know what they want to happen after their death. She asked us a lot of
questions, yet she knew so much! What really stuck out to her was
eternal life, so we ended up having a very in depth conversation
concerning what happens to us between death and the resurrection.
T'was very cool. Later we went with Sister Durham to do her visiting
teaching, and it was a great way for us to meet more of the less
actives in our ward. That night we met with Kalie and Cyrell and
talked to them a little bit more about the word of wisdom and we read
out of the Book of Mormon with them.

- Wednesday we went to get my passport, so that was pretty fun. Later
while tracting we met some potential investigators. One of them was
Ms. Mitchell. She's a sweet older lady that lives by herself and we
were able to talk to her briefly about what we do as missionaries and
she asked us to come back. The second potential was Becky. Oh Becky...
She lost her husband 3 years ago, and then 4 months ago she fell and
fractured her spine. Her life is rough. It was such a blessing to meet
her, because we were able to share a message that seemed to really
lift her mood. She asked us if we would come back in a week and we
happily agreed. That night we were invited by the McKean's to attend
their church service, and not gonna lie, we were kinda nervous. This
was going to be our first time ever attending another church on our
mission and we really didn't know what to expect. As we entered the
building, Pam decided to introduce us to every person in the building.
Almost every one of them gave us an odd look once they found out what
we were, yet they were very kind. Right before the meeting was going
to start a lady came in crying hysterically, and it turned out that
she had been "saved" on her way to the church and then out of no where
she started speaking gibberish, and Pam leaned over to us and said,
"that's what speaking in tongues sounds like". And then everyone in
the congregation lifted up their hands and started chanting, "praise
God... Praise God!" It was frightening to say the least.

- on Thursday we did some service for Sister Durham. Later we helped
Sister Kinney with her boutique down in Cross Plains, and then we did
some tracting with not very much luck. Later that evening both Sister
Talbert and I felt that we should visit the Becker family. It took us
both off guard, because both Sister and Brother Becker were solid
members. When we arrived, they told us that they had just found out
that their dog had heart cancer and that they only had a few days left
with her. It was heartbreaking, but we were able to read a talk given
by President Faust about hope and how much we needed it in our lives.
They were both very touched, and it was cool to see how the spirit
worked with us to know how to comfort them during this sad time.

- Friday we went on a walk with Pam McKean and we were able to ask her
what she thought about the Book of Mormon and she told us that she had
been reading and that she intends to pray about it. Yay! We had "tea
party" with the Worthington family on request of their 7 year old
daughter, and it was most definitely a party.

- Saturday was a service filled day for sure. We woke up an hour
earlier so that we could go out with the boy scouts to the Nashville
memorial cemetery to put flags up by the grave stones of the fallen
soldiers. They had a beautiful opening ceremony, and it was so cool
because instead of avoiding any mention of God, they centered it on
him. A soldier talked to us, and at the end of his speech he said a
prayer. The perks of serving in the Bible Belt :). For the rest of the
day we helped Freddie and Mark (our land lords) build a play set for
their grand kids and we also helped to dig a hole for all the mulch.
By the time we were done it was 7:00, and they offered to feed us
dinner. One of their sons and his girlfriend came by to meet and eat
with us, and what we thought would end up being a non-spiritual talk,
turned into a deep spiritual discussion. They asked us a lot of
questions about our basic beliefs. After talking with them for a
while, Freddie looked at us and told us that it was no mistake that we
were the ones that ended up living in the house. She told us that she
had been praying that the right people would move in, and the next day
our ward mission leader gave her a call. :)

- Sunday we gave talks in church. I talked about the influence of
music, and Sister Talbert talked about how we could remember our
savior. It was really fun, and it was a great way to introduce us to
all the people in the ward. That night we had dinner with the
Worthington's again, and we asked them to think of someone that they
could invite over to talk more about the church with, and as soon as
we asked, brother Worthington said that he knew exactly who to ask. It
was pretty awesome.


 Remember that guy (Rob) that we ran into while tracting that went to
Hawaii and who asked us to go over for that chit chat about our basic
beliefs? I forgot to mention that we saw him again at Jim and Pam's
church and there he invited us to attend their church's Memorial Day
picnic. We were there earlier today, and we had a very cool
conversation about life after death. Rob told us that while he was at
the Hawaii temple visitors center, he was told that we believed in
eternal marriage and he told us that he felt something after we was
told that (cough... Spirit... Cough). He also said that he noticed
that he noticed a "light" that we had, and he wanted to know what that
light was about, so he invited us to go over for dinner so that we
could "tell him everything from the beginning" and another person who
was around us during this whole ordeal asked if she could come as
well. So awesome, right?!


Well, I hope that each and every one of you had a great week, and an
even better Memorial Day. :)

With all my love,
--Sister Peterson




Me and Sister Talbert at the Nashville Memorial Cemetery

Trace Atkins and Honeysuckle

Hey family and friends!

Serving in White House is pretty much a full-time adventure, and I love it! There are the good times and the bad, but it's always a learning experience for sure.

Monday-After we put in a few loads of laundry in at the local laundromat, I asked if we could go to the library to email, but she said that she had a feeling that we should stay. I'm not gonna lie, I was feeling pretty stubborn, so I told her that it would be fine and that southern people could be trusted. She thought otherwise... So we stayed. While we were sitting and waiting, I saw an older lady struggle with getting a load out, so I offered my help and took it to her car. She saw a glimpse at my tag and said, "what church to you serve at?" After I replied, her eyes lit up and she said, "I'm a Mormon too!" She had just moved from Las Vegas and she had been really thinking of coming back (she left the church when she was 18), but she couldn't find one. So, we gave her our number, our church address, and the time that it started and she left with a huge smile on her face. It was way cool, and right after saying goodbye I knew that we were meant to stay here because we had to meet her. It was a very humbling experience, and I felt sad knowing that Satan was definitely there trying to tell me that we wouldn't have to stay there, but because Sister Talbert listened to the promptings of the spirit, we were able to meet this wonderful lady who has been searching for our church. So great!

Tuesday- A few weeks ago we got a referral for someone named Eric Washington... After receiving his name we had tried multiple times to go see him with no luck, but finally we met him! We taught him the first lesson and answered some of his questions concerning the Book of Mormon and he just lit up the whole time. We're meeting with him again next week, and we're going to ask him to be baptized! (Pray for us on that one...) Later we went out and taught some less actives with a lady in our ward. We were able to teach 5 less actives, and all of them were so appreciative of us and not one of them turned us away. One of the less actives that we taught lives in a house that looks like a boat... And she has a giant wooden rocking chair in her front yard. So obviously, I had to take a picture with it. That night we had such an amazing miracle! Our mission president has asked us to go tracting for 1 hour everyday... For me this is a newish thing seeing that in Tompkinsville we had TONS of investigators. I was a bit nervous for our first time around, but we had some great success! We ran into a lady who is a strong baptist, but she really wanted to learn more about what we believed and she was so kind to us (which is not usual with the baptists here). We plan to go visit her late this week. :) Later we started talking with an older couple about what we believed, and they told us that they had been searching for something like this. They said that they weren't too fond of the "talking in tongues" ordeal that happens in other churches. The guy then proceeded to tell us that he was the steel guitar player in Trace Atkins' band and asked if we were fans. We might have freaked out a little and asked if he could get us some autographed items, in which he agreed and told us that we would have to come back with a smile. :)

Wednesday- We went out with with the same lady that we did on Tuesday, and we did some visiting teaching with her! One of the ladies that we saw had a 3 year old son that reminded me a lot of Lola, and it freaked me out a bit. Later we taught the Blum family. They're recent converts, and because of Brother Blum's recent stroke they can hardly make it to church. They both have such sweet spirits. We just need him to get feeling better so they can make their way to church! :)

Thursday- Sister Talbert got super sick so I spent the majority of the day inside doing some person studies, which were incredible and well needed. Later that day though, we were able to do splits with some sisters in the ward. I went out with Sister Barnes, who is a return missionary, while Sister Talbert went with Sister Williams to get some rest. Sister Barnes and I went to Greenbrier to meet the members that lived there, and we were also able to get some tracting in. It was a very neat experience, and she was able to teach me a lot about what to expect and how to become a better "door-knocking missionary". It was so cool... usually when someone answers their door I say the usual, "Hi! We're missionaries for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints...", and it just seemed too rehearsed, and when someone wouldn't seem to interested I would usually just say "Have a blessed day!" But Sister Barnes would ask them before they shut the door if they would mind saying a prayer with us. It made the people more interested, and the spirit was there every time. :)

Friday- Friday was a pretty boring day, not going to lie. We did do some "inspired tracting". We sectioned off our area and individually prayed as to where Heavenly Father needed us to go knocking. It was our first time, so we had some pretty big expectations, but we weren't that lucky. We did have an interesting encounter however... We were driving by this house and both me and Sister Talbert looked at each other and said, "we need to go to that house!" Nervously we knocked on their door, not knowing what to expect, but no one answered. Confused, we said a prayer, and soon after some guy came up behind us and asked what we needed. "Sister Talbert bravely told him that we had been prompted to stop at his house and asked if he needed anything. The guy's face was priceless. He looked mostly scared. After what seemed like an eternity, he said, "Uh... I think we're... Okay...?" It was pretty funny... now we're both just anxious to see if anything will come out of it.

Saturday- Pam McKean asked us to go on a walk with her, and we ended up having a very spiritually uplifting conversation. Usually when we teach the McKean's, we teach both of them, but this time was so great because we were able to spend this time focused on Pam's needs. We talked a lot about receiving personal revelation, and she proceeded to tell us that she had received a lot of personal revelation, but because her church doesn't believe in it, she wasn't able to talk to anyone about it. So she was pretty happy to find out that Heavenly Father means for us to continue having personal revelation, even today.

Sunday!- First off, Sunday was probably the most beautiful day that I've ever experienced on my mission. Secondly, the McKean's came to church! They had come in a little late, but we're just so happy that they came. Both Sister Talbert and I prayed that the spirit would be there and that the speakers would know what to say to help get the spirit there, and boy were our prayers answered. All three of the speakers did such a fantastic job, and the spirit was most definitely there. :) That night we tried do to some more inspired finding, and after some personal praying we both came back with the same street! It was truly incredible... We were lead to a street with a lot of very big, intimidating houses so we were a wee bit nervous. It was our 6th and final house, and this man comes to the door. He had a big smile on his face, and after we introduced ourselves, he lit up and told us that he had gone to Hawaii with his wife and that they had seen the temple and that they were curious as to what we believed. Instead of us asking him, he asked us if we could, "come back some time for dinner and a chit-chat." It was so stinking cool. He told us that with all the kids getting out of school that his schedule would be a bit full this next week, but he invited us over for a barbecue in two weeks, and that he would invite his Mormon friend too so that we wouldn't feel uncomfortable... Seriously, it was golden.

Well, sorry for the stinking long email! I love you all, and I hope that your weeks were just as good (if not better) as mine was! :) Thanks for all you do, and remember to keep keepin' on.

XOXO- Sister Peterson

Hola mi familia y mi amigos, feliz cinco de mayo!

Hola mi familia y mi amigos, feliz cinco de mayo!


So things here in White House have been kinda slow with us not knowing
the people here and not knowing really where we're going, but The Lord
has blessed us so much!

Tuesday- we had the opportunity to help out at the bishop's
storehouse, and just seeing all the people there that were willing to
help was so amazing. I've found that pretty much every person here is
nice... They may not believe the same way that we do, but they truly
love their savior and I have learned way more than I ever thought I
would from the people, and I hope to continue learning for the
duration of my mission. :)

Wednesday- not a lot of things happened on Wednesday, but we were able
to ride our bikes for the first time. I'm not going to lie, It was
pretty darn horrifying at first, but after a while it became a lot of
fun. While biking, I couldn't help but think of how grateful we should
be to even have bicycles. I would think of all those missionaries that
started off with nothing but their own two feet to take them where
they needed to go. After searching for new investigators in all the
different neighborhoods, we were able to see that at least 90% of the
people here are baptist, and apparently there is a class offered here
that supposedly teaches people what to do to get rid of the Mormon
missionaries... Challenge accepted. :)

Thursday- we moved! Because we lived on a highway out of town with a
part time car, our mission president thought it necessary to move...
and thank goodness. We definitely feel a lot safer riding on streets
instead of highways. We had some of the members and the elders in our
ward come and help us. And even though we hardly knew any of them,
they were more than willing to help. I love people.

Friday- we had such a successful day! This day was probably my
favorite of the week. We went out finding, and we happened upon a man
that had once been a member, but hasn't gone in years. It turned out
that he worked as a part-time custodian at the church, and he saw that
the only way that he could keep the job was to join. He told us that
he had gone to temple and had done all his home teaching, but that his
testimony had just lacked. After a good discussion and some service
for his sick wife, we were able to convince him to try coming to
church one more time to see how it was. He held back a little bit, but
luckily his wife was more than willing to come and try it out. Also, I
got free pie. It was a good day.

Saturday- we had an appointment with a less-active woman who hadn't
come to church in over 5 years. She had told us that she was raised in
the church, but that she seemed to only run off of her parents
testimonies and not her own. After a good discussion about the Book of
Mormon, she said, "ya know, even though I haven't been to church in
years, you missionaries never seem to give up on me... I feel like my
ancestors are trying to bring me back, and I think it's working." Both
me and Sister Talbert's hearts practically exploded with joy, and we
were able to set a return appointment :). Later that night we went to
go see a member, and it turned out that she was having all the YSAs
over for a dinner and lesson and she asked us to teach it. The lesson,
even though it wasn't well-planned, was awesome and the spirit was
definitely there. We discovered after the lesson that 2 of the people
in the room were less-actives and that this had been the first church
related activity that they had gone to in years. Coincidence? I think
not.

Sunday- the less active and his nonmember wife came to church! It was
perfect top, because all of the testimonies shared were so beautiful
and we could just see that they truly felt the spirit too. They
couldn't stay for class, but they said that they would definitely come
next week. MIRACLE! Later that night we went over to see a man whose
name was on the list that the elders that served here before us left.
It was kind of late, so we didn't really expect to go in, but to our
great surprise he let us in and said, "ya know why I let you in? I saw
your name tag." Now that doesn't usually happen... Turns out this guy
has been taking the lessons for 14 years and has had 34 sets of
missionaries in his home. He gave us food, talked about his religious
past (where he told us that he had defended our church multiple times
in his church), and he got his wife to drive us home. Coolest guy
ever.

I love you all a whole bunch, and don't forget to share the gospel. :)


--Sister P.


First day on the bike!

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The Way Home
:Thomas S. Monson

Overlooking the azure blue waters of the famed Sea of Galilee is a historic landmark: the Mount of Beatitudes. Like a living sentinel with an eyewitness testimony, this silent friend seems to declare: “Here it was that the greatest person who ever lived delivered the greatest sermon ever given--the Sermon on the Mount.”

Instinctively the visitor turns to the Gospel of St. Matthew and reads: “And seeing the multitudes, he went up into a mountain: and when he was set, his disciples came unto him: And he opened his mouth, and taught them.” (Matt. 5:1–2.) Among the truths which he taught was this solemn statement: “Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat:

“Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.” (Matt. 7:13–14.)

Ageless in its application, wise men throughout the generations of time have sought to live by this simple statement.

When Jesus of Nazareth personally walked the rock-strewn pathways of the Holy Land, he, as the Good Shepherd, showed all who would believe how they might follow that narrow way and enter that strait gate to life eternal. “Come, follow me,” he invited. “I am the way.”

Little wonder that men did tarry for the outpouring of the Holy Ghost on the day of Pentecost. It was the gospel of Jesus Christ that was to be preached, his work that was to be done, and his apostles at the head of his church who were entrusted with the work.

History records that most men indeed did not come unto him, nor did they follow the way he taught. Crucified was the Lord, slain were the apostles, rejected was the truth. The bright daylight of enlightenment slipped away, and the lengthening shadows of a black night enshrouded the earth.

One word and one word alone describes the dismal state that prevailed: apostasy. Generations before, Isaiah had prophesied: “Darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people.” (Isa. 60:2.) Amos had foretold of a famine in the land: “Not a famine of bread, nor a thirst for water, but of hearing the words of the Lord.” (Amos 8:11.) Had not Peter warned of false teachers bringing damnable heresies, and Paul predicted that the time would come when sound doctrine would not be endured?

The dark ages of history seemed never to end. Was there to be no termination to this blasphemous night? Had a loving Father forgotten mankind? Would he send forth no heavenly messengers as in former days?

Honest men with yearning hearts, at the peril of their very lives, attempted to establish points of reference, that they might find the true way. The day of the reformation was dawning, but the path ahead was difficult. Persecutions would be severe, personal sacrifice overwhelming, and the cost beyond calculation. The reformers were like pioneers blazing wilderness trails in a desperate search for those lost points of reference which, they felt, when found would lead mankind back to the truth Jesus taught.

When John Wycliffe and others completed the first English translation of the entire Bible from the Latin Vulgate, the then church authorities did all they could to destroy it. Copies had to be written by hand and in secret. The Bible had been regarded as a closed book forbidden to be read by the common people. Many of the followers of Wycliffe were severely punished and some burned at the stake.

Martin Luther asserted the Bible’s supremacy. His study of the scriptures led him to compare the doctrines and practices of the church with the teachings of the scriptures. Luther stood for the responsibility of the individual and the rights of the individual conscience, and this he did at the imminent risk of his life. Though threatened and persecuted, yet he declared boldly: “Here I stand, I cannot do otherwise. God help me.”

John Huss, speaking out fearlessly against the corruption within the church, was taken outside the city to be burned. He was chained by the neck to a stake, and straw and wood were piled around his body to the chin and sprinkled with resin; and he was asked finally if he would recant. As the flames arose, he sang, but the wind blew the fire into his face, and his voice was stilled.

Zwingli of Switzerland attempted through his writings and teachings to rethink all Christian doctrine in consistently biblical terms. His most famous statement thrills the heart: “What does it matter? They can kill the body but not the soul.”

And who cannot today appreciate the words of John Knox? “A man with God is always in the majority.”

John Calvin, prematurely aged by sickness and by the incessant labors he had undertaken, summed up his personal philosophy with the statement: “Our wisdom … consists almost entirely of two parts: the knowledge of God and the knowledge of ourselves.”

Others could indeed be mentioned, but a comment concerning William Tyndale would perhaps suffice. Tyndale felt that the people had a right to know what was promised to them in the scriptures. To those who opposed his work of translation, he declared: “If God spare my life, … I will cause a boy that driveth the plough shall know more of the scripture than thou dost.”

Such were the teachings and lives of the great reformers. Their deeds were heroic, their contributions many, their sacrifices great--but they did not restore the gospel of Jesus Christ.

Of the reformers one could ask, “Was their sacrifice in vain? Was their struggle futile?” I answer with a resounding “No!” The Holy Bible was now within the grasp of the people. Each man could better find his way. Oh, if only all could read and all could understand. But some could read, and others could hear; and every man had access to God through prayer.

The long-awaited day of restoration did indeed come. But let us review that significant event in the history of the world by recalling the testimony of the plowboy who became a prophet, the witness who was there--even Joseph Smith.

Describing his experience, Joseph said: “There was in the place where we lived an unusual excitement on the subject of religion. … It … became general … [creating] division amongst the people, some crying, ‘Lo, here!’ and others, ‘Lo, there!’

“… I was one day reading the Epistle of James, first chapter and fifth verse, which reads: ‘If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.’

“Never did any passage of scripture come with more power to the heart of man than this did at this time to mine. It seemed to enter with great force into every feeling of my heart. I reflected on it again and again, knowing that if any person needed wisdom from God, I did; for how to act I did not know, and unless I could get more wisdom than I then had, I would never know; for the teachers of religion … understood the same passages of scripture so differently as to destroy all confidence in settling the question by an appeal to the Bible.

“At length I came to the conclusion that I must either remain in darkness and confusion, or else I must do as James directs, that is, ask of God. …

“So, in accordance with this, my determination to ask of God, I retired to the woods to make the attempt. It was on the morning of a beautiful, clear day, early in the spring of eighteen hundred and twenty.

“… I kneeled down and began to offer up the desire of my heart to God. …

“I saw a pillar of light exactly over my head, above the brightness of the sun, which descended gradually until it fell upon me.

“… When the light rested upon me I saw two Personages, whose brightness and glory defy all description, standing above me in the air. One of them spake unto me, calling me by name and said, pointing to the other--This is My Beloved Son. Hear Him!” (JS--H 1:5–17.)

The Father and the Son, Jesus Christ, had appeared to Joseph Smith. The morning of the dispensation of the fulness of times had come, dispelling the darkness of the long generations of spiritual night. As in the creation, light was to replace darkness; day was to follow night.

From then to now, truth has been and is available to us. Like the children of Israel in former times, endless days of wandering now can end with our entry to a personal promised land.

The restoration of the gospel dispels the gloom described in our time by the noted educator Robert Gordon Sproul. He had looked at the churches of America and declared:

“We have … the peculiar spectacle of a nation which, to some imperfect but nevertheless considerable extent, practices Christianity without actively believing in Christianity. We are asked to turn to the church for our enlightenment, but when we do so we find that the voice of the church is not inspired. The voice of the church today, we find, is the echo of our own voices. And the result of this experience, already manifest, is disillusionment. There is only one way out of the spiral. The way out is the sound of a voice, not our voice, but a voice coming from something not ourselves, in the existence of which we cannot disbelieve. It is the earthly task of the pastors to hear this voice, to cause us to hear it, and to tell us what it says. If they cannot hear it, or if they fail to tell us, we, as laymen, are utterly lost. Without it we are no more capable of saving the world than we were capable of creating it in the first place.” (Vital Speeches, Sept. 1, 1940, p. 701.)

Perhaps the famed Winston Churchill best declared the world’s pressing need. Said he: “I have lived perhaps longer experience than almost anyone, and I have never brooded over a situation which demanded more patience, composure, courage and perseverance than that which unfolds itself before us today: The need of a prophet.”

Today we have heard God’s prophet speak--even President Spencer W. Kimball. Today there goes forth from this pulpit an invitation to people throughout the world: Come from your wandering way, weary traveler. Come to the gospel of Jesus Christ. Come to that heavenly haven called home. Here you will discover the truth. Here you will learn the reality of the Godhead, the comfort of the plan of salvation, the sanctity of the marriage covenant, the power of personal prayer. Come home!

From our youth many of us may remember the story of a very young boy who was abducted from his parents and home and taken to a village situated far away. Under these conditions the small boy grew to young manhood without a knowledge of his actual parents or earthly home. Within his heart there came a yearning to return to that village called home.

But where was home to be found? Where were his mother and father to be discovered? Oh, if only he could remember even their names, his task would be less hopeless. Desperately he sought to recall even a glimpse of his childhood.

Like a flash of inspiration, he remembered the sound of a bell which, from the tower atop the village church, pealed its welcome each Sabbath morning. From village to village the young man wandered, ever listening for that familiar bell to chime. Some bells were similar, others far different from the sound he remembered.

At length the weary young man stood one Sunday morning before a church of a typical town. He listened carefully as the bell began to peal. The sound was familiar. It was unlike any other he had heard, save that bell which pealed in the memory of his childhood days. Yes, it was the same bell. Its ring was true. His eyes filled with tears. His heart rejoiced in gladness. His soul overflowed with gratitude. The young man dropped to his knees, looked upward beyond the bell tower--even toward heaven--and in a prayer of gratitude whispered, “Thanks be to God. I’m home.”

Like the peal of a remembered bell will be the truth of the gospel of Jesus Christ to the soul of him who earnestly seeks. Many of you have traveled long in a personal quest for that which rings true. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints sends forth to you an earnest appeal. Open your doors to the missionaries. Open your minds to the word of God. Open your hearts, even your very souls, to the sound of that still, small voice which testifies of truth. As the prophet Isaiah promised: “Thine ears shall hear a word … saying, This is the way, walk ye in it.” (Isa. 30:21.) Then, like the boy of whom I’ve spoken, you too will, on bended knee, say to your God and mine: “I’m home!”

May such be the blessing of all, I pray in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.


http://www.lds.org/general-conference/1975/04/the-way-home?lang=eng

-Sister Peterson