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Wisdom from President Packer

For most of my life I have read scriptures at night before going to bed. Recently, I decided to change to reading them in the morning. Today, however, due to a lack of sleep in recent nights I could not keep my eyes open and focused on the page so I pulled out my iPad, my preferred method of scripture reading and decided to read a conference talk. I read the words of Boyd K. Packer from his talk titled, "The Witness." It was an instant reminder that the Lord is aware of each one of us in intimate ways. I have been quite pensive lately and today I was thinking of the many things I have learned in my 45 years of living.

I've learned a lot from a lot of different places. I read, listen, observe. I take classes and have earned degrees.  I experience and I receive revelation from God. The latter ways are the ones that are the most meaningful for me. The truths I have received through living and from God have been, sometimes, painful and long fought for. Yet, they are the most meaningful to me. They are things that I could not have learned any other way.

I had intended to read from Jacob in the Book of Mormon when I originally opened up the Gospel Library and clicked on my bookmark. But I decided to read a talk from the last General Conference that I had not gotten to yet. I'm glad I did. Not too far into my reading President Packer stated, "Much of what I have come to know falls into the category of things which cannot be taught but can be learned." That was a beautiful articulation of what I had been pondering on today! It was also a beautiful reminder of how much my Heavenly Father loves me and is aware of my private thoughts. It brought tears to my eyes and joy to my heart and strengthened me and brought me spiritual confidence. I have learned in a way that an Apostle of the Lord has!

I am blessed!!

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