I am back in the office after a weekend at BYU Women's Conference that could only be described as transcendent. I had a glorious time, truly. And I know it was largely because I was sustained by the prayers of others--my friends, my family, and people I had not even met. I know this because my cold miraculously departed Tuesday night and never reared its head again. I know it because even though I had inadvertently (and in yet another stroke of incredible stupidity) scheduled myself for a colonoscopy on Wednesday (the day before I was supposed to speak to 5,000 women in the Smith Fieldhouse), I felt perfectly strong and well in time to give my talk. I know it because I felt power way beyond my own sustaining me.

So don't ever think that there's "nothing you can do" for someone who might be having a hard time. Your prayers matter. I know it. Thank you for the goodness of your lives, and please accept this post as a thank you not just from me but from everyone for whom you pray.