We found out late last night, right as we were climbing into bed. My phone buzzed that I had received a text message. Jessica wrote the news that our sweet Prophet had died. My emotions are still so mixed; Sadness, joy, longing, gratitude, reverence. I'm sad for myself, for all of us. President Hinckley is a forever part of my spiritual growth and testimony. At the same time, I am so happy for him. He is, at last, with his cherished wife. He is undoubtedly in the company of the great leaders of the Church before him. His life was used so perfectly. A joyous and revering welcome awaited him.

June 23, 1910 ~~ January 27, 2008
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
Ecclesiastes 3:1-2
2 comments:
So beautiful Jess.
So true. I had similar emotions. I thought about all the spiritual growth I had experienced due to his inspired leadership and then I thought...he is back with his wife! Then I thought of how often he talked about Brigham Young and I had to smile to myself as I thought of the reception I'm sure he had in heaven. I'm excited for Pres. Monson's time as prophet but it's definitly bitter sweet. Thanks for sharing!
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