Yesterday I went to the mountains to read-not my scriptures but some leisurely reading. Peaceful, with light coming through the leaves. When I my eyes strained to read at twilight, I left. I realized I was hungry, and I craved chips. I stopped at the convenience store close to the mouth of Provo Canyon. I walked in, looked at the crackers then turned around to look at the chips. I turned around, and a man in a Hawaiin shirt made some comment about my BYU shirt and shook my hand. At that point I realized the man was President Monson! There in the convenience store! He moved on after shaking my hand, and I kept looking at the chips but not really seeing them as I focused on the feeling in my heart. There in the convenience store, despite pop music and junk food, I felt the Spirit tell my heart that man is the Prophet. The Prophet of God, mouthpiece of the Lord for the whole earth.
After finally purchasing some chips, I drove away but didn't go home. I reflected on meeting the Prophet. I realized I don't feel ready to meet the Savior. And I realized exactly what I need to change to be ready. So, starting then, I committed to change. I also realized how important it is to look, act and be a Saint, at all times and in all places, not just on Sunday or in the temple. My heart softened, and I felt so blessed. I felt the love of God. What a blessing it is to have a Prophet, who speaks regularly and gives God's counsel. What a blessing to have the fulness of the gospel so I can be a Saint. I love Jesus Christ, I know living the teachings of the Church bring me to Him, and I know for myself that Thomas S. Monson is the Prophet.