Conference weekend

Buggie is coming to stay over. And I'm currently on day 28. Four weeks ago I told myself the same things I've told myself every single time I lost.
"I'm going to try again. I'm not going to lose this time." The difference is, this time, I did my border patrol every single day regardless of how I felt at the time. I did it and will continue to do it diligently. And I know that the day I don't do it is the day I lose.
Last conference was amazing. And I'm very grateful that I'll get to see this conference with my best friend at my side. I look forward to the messages that will be shared, the laughter that we'll share, and the sober and frank sermons we'll listen to.
As we descend more and more into a dark and dreary world, the Church will become ever more unpopular. However, popularity isn't something God cares about. He's not a respecter of persons in that sense, and contrary to popular belief, on some matters, the world will be wrong. Very, very wrong, in quite a few different ways.
I look forward to Conference. And I look forward to seeing and hugging Buggie. Someday I'll write a huge post of everything she's done for me lately, but that day is not today.