Week 18.

This week was really just one big blessing. But if I had to find just one moment that touched my heart the most, it would be this one: Early on Saturday morning (about 5:27 a.m.) I was on my bike headed to the church. As I neared the church, I looked up the street and saw two more bikers in bright, lime green shirts headed towards me. I cannot adequately describe how my heart filled to overflowing to see those faithful, obedient youth on their way to our youth conference. I told David that I felt like Brigham Young must have felt as he watched the first wagons roll down Parley Street out of Nauvoo. I was so grateful for my young women who follow me without question. They just go. They just do. Even if it's hard, they just climb on their bikes and ride. I am so grateful for their tender show of obedience and trust. I think they are marvelous and my heart just burst wide open at the sight of them coming down the road on this early May morning.