General Conference is when I feel the most homesick. I love all of our conference traditions. I love going to the Women's Meeting with the girls in our family. I love watching conference with my family and playing conference bingo with the grandkids. I love our family home evening after conference where everyone gets to share a talk that was special to them. And I love our Saturday morning conference breakfast with all our family. We always have eggs, hash browns, peach french toast, bacon and juice. Yummy! Conference morning just hasn't been the same without it. We thought about inviting all 238 of our missionaries over for breakfast but our home just isn't big enough so we did the next best thing. We got up early on Saturday and made 125 cinnamon rolls and delivered them to the missionaries who live close by. The missionaries were so excited and we didn't have time to feel homesick. Maybe it will become a new tradition :)
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| These Elders were painting the home of a recent convert. |
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These Hermanas were at the church for the Women's Broadcast
and took enough to share with all who were there. |
As an added tender mercy -
The next morning we had to tell one of our Hermanas that her Grandpa has terminal cancer and doesn't have long to live. We had a few cinnamon rolls left and took a plate to her and her companion. What we didn't know, but God did, was that it was a tradition in her family to have cinnamon rolls on conference morning. It was a sweet confirmation of Heavenly Father's love for her.
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