This past weekend was my first Women's Conference experience, and at first I was a little caught off guard by the masses and masses of women and the long lines, not to mention the ever uncomfortable Marriott Center seats. The classes, though, were great. I learned more about charity, the power of simple gospel principles, prayer, communication, covenants, and womanhood; and I also learned a lot about myself and what I need to be working on to become who I'm supposed to.
In addition to Women's Conference activities, I had lots of quality time with my mom and sister.
I got Big Swigs with my Number One.
We ate lunch at the MOA cafe while catching up with good friends.
And I even got dinner from Cafe Rio on Friday night.
I met up with old friends and made new ones. I laughed, cried a little, and made the most of my two days in Utah.
Part of me felt so unready to return to real life, but then I realized I was missing the point of everything I'd learned: I have a mission in this life. For me right now, that mission is in Portland, Oregon, and while I may miss my family terribly and wish for more time with them, my mission is happening right here in the Northwest, and it's happening right now. I'll treasure up the time I have with my family and then go out and do the work I'm meant to do. I may not even know what I'm supposed to be doing specifically, but I pray throughout my days I'll do what God needs me to.
So while I may feel unready to say this, I'll say it anyway: Bring it on.