Sept. 30-Oct. 6: Conference Weekend

The highlight of the week was General Conference.  Our stake in Texas provided tickets for Saturday morning. I had been tipped off that Elder Holland would be speaking Saturday morning, and sure enough, he was the first speaker. I drove up to SLC with Cooper, and we met my co-worker Glenn, and Porter with two girls he rode up with, Whitney and Deseret. The seats were up in the balcony, way on the left side, the first time I’ve sat in that area. When that session ended, we split up,  Porter and I going to the Law School luncheon held in the Joseph Smith Building, right next door. Looking for a place to sit, I saw President Nieder and his wife Cindy and it was great to be able to talk to them. I also talked with Adam Balinski again. On our way out, President Nieder gave me a kind, and unsolicited pitch to one of the assistant deans, Gayla Sorenson, telling her that I need to be at BYU Law School next fall, and they can’t let me get away. Porter and I hustled over to the standby line, and patiently waited to see if we’d make it in. We stayed in the old tabernacle, and just after the start of the session, we were led over to the conference center, and given great seats down on the floor. It was another great session, and I am continually grateful for the opportunity I have to attend conference living in Utah.

On our way home from the afternoon session, Porter and I stopped by Wal-Mart for a few items. Checking out with the automatic cashier, I got $20 in cash back, and then was interrupted by the person in line behind me, Ashley, who recognized me from last Sunday, and just moved into the ward. It cracks me up, how little it takes to fluster me, as I promptly forgot the $20 still sticking out. Ashley kindly got that to us before we made it to the van, but I then made a wrong turn leaving, apparently still flustered.

That night, I watched the women’s session for the first time. Why have I not done this before?!?! It was fantastic, and the temple announcements by President Nelson were exciting. Orem will finally have a temple.

When it was over, I made some visits to quorum members to talk about ministering, and then took the LSAT practice test. On Thursday I took it as well (tries #3 and #40) scoring 166 and 163. My goal is a 170. I have 6 weeks to go, and haven’t done much in terms of actual studying yet, so I think with a bit of grit it can happen.

Sunday morning, for day two of conference, the Whitcomb and Schenewark contingencies met up. Abby, Michael, Emily, Cooper, Porter, Tanmarie, and Nora all came over for pumpkin pancakes. Thursday, one of my co-workers mentioned how every conference they make pumpkin pancakes and I was immediately scheming. I haven’t really ever made pancakes of any variety before, but it was pretty easy, and they turned out a lot better then I expected. Tyler, one of my roommates also joined us, and he said that with the whipped cream and syrup, it was like “eating pumpkin pie.” Everyone left after the morning session, and I watched the afternoon finale with Tyler.

Tanner noted this was quintessential Hunter: cooking, conference, and a bathrobe.

Alright, its late, and this feels way too newsy, so to finish:

Porter and I swimming at 10 pm on Tuesday. Why not? The pool was heated and empty.

My lifetime number of selfies has doubled this week.

I had the serendipity to enter into possession of some expensive face masks. (Read: the last inhabitants of the house left them). So naturally, I’ve been trying them all out. This is bentonite clay mixed with apple cider vinegar. 8/10. My favorite so far has been a souffle made of shea butter and lemongrass. Confession: This pic was pre-date. I was going all out.

I went golfing with Mark Soelberg on Thursday. Its been a while since we’ve hung out, and its always a fun time with him. We played nine at Fox Hollow. We were able to talk a lot about church, and what it means to have charity, one of my favorite discussion topics. That night, I went with our new secretary Jacob Doman and we made a bunch of visits. We hadn’t planned on it, but felt prompted to visit William M., and as soon as he opened the door I knew why. We shared 3 Nephi 17:5-10 with him:

And it came to pass that when Jesus had thus spoken, he cast his eyes round about again on the multitude, and beheld they were in tears, and did look steadfastly upon him as if they would ask him to tarry a little longer with them.

And he said unto them: Behold, my bowels are filled with compassion towards you.

Have ye any that are sick among you? Bring them hither. Have ye any that are lame, or blind, or halt, or maimed, or leprous, or that are withered, or that are deaf, or that are afflicted in any manner? Bring them hither and I will heal them, for I have compassion upon you; my bowels are filled with mercy.

For I perceive that ye desire that I should show unto you what I have done unto your brethren at Jerusalem, for I see that your faith is sufficient that I should heal you.

And it came to pass that when he had thus spoken, all the multitude, with one accord, did go forth with their sick and their afflicted, and their lame, and with their blind, and with their dumb, and with all them that were afflicted in any manner; and he did heal them every one as they were brought forth unto him.

10 And they did all, both they who had been healed and they who were whole, bow down at his feet, and did worship him; and as many as could come for the multitude did kiss his feet, insomuch that they did bathe his feet with their tears.

If Christ was here, what would you ask of Him? My testimony is that he wants to hear from us. His arm of mercy is extended always, and he can heal those who are lame, halt, blind, or have any sort of struggle. He is our Savior.


One thought on “Sept. 30-Oct. 6: Conference Weekend”

  1. Hi Hunter,

    Another fun letter to read and great pictures of family. Loved your mask. I have a gel-type mask which, when it dries, feels like your face is being tightened. Then you peel the stuff off. I haven’t done that in a very long time. Maybe I will do that tonight.

    Love and hugs,

    Aunt Shirley

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