To be completely honest, it's been a struggle learning to love President Monson as much as I did President Hinckley.
I love President Hinckley so much. He is one of my greatest inspirations to do good. I have a picture of him hanging in my room and whenever I don't feel like reading my scriptures or saying my prayers I look over at his picture and feel as if I'm disappointing him. I feel like I have this close relationship with him and I've never even met him! When I was going through the refiner's fire, I felt like he was there guiding me forward. I feel like my conversion process started because of him. It was when he gave his challenge to read the Book of Mormon from cover to cover that I felt like I was truly converted. I love this man. He is like the grandpa I never had. At his funeral, I sobbed and sobbed wondering what I was going to do without him! I wanted so badly for him to be back to his wife, but I also wanted to be selfish and keep him longer. I want to live my life in such a way that I can meet and marry a man like Gordon B. Hinckley.
"The Lord revealeth his secrets unto his servants the prophets." (Amos 3:7)
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