I’ve had a flood of memories since Elder Scott’s passing Tuesday. His voice was warm and father-like. He wanted to talk to the one, not just to the masses. Even in general conference he would make you feel like you were sitting in the living room with him and him alone. Sometimes his words would seem to melt the marrow of my bones.
I have a dear friend who was struggling at one particular time in his life. He decided to go to General Conference to try to gather some strength. The biggest question on his mind was, “Does Heavenly Father really love me and know about me and does He care about me personally?” The session in the enormous conference center was wonderful, but my friend’s heart was still hurting at the end of the two hours.
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