Guided Every Step: A Tribute to My Prophet

Last night, I learned that our dear prophet passed away. I can hardly bring myself to write those words. My heart aches, and at the same time, I feel this deep reverence for the life he lived and the way he led us.

He was my prophet. Truly, he changed me. He changed the very direction of my life. Every six months, I waited for his words, and every time, without fail, he gave me something to hold on to. His voice carried me through seasons of doubt. His counsel reminded me of where to turn when life felt unsteady. And his love for the Savior helped me see Christ more clearly than I had before.

It is strange to think of moving forward without him here, speaking directly to us. I weep with so many who feel the loss today. Yet, even through the tears, I know his influence continues. The truths he taught do not disappear. The faith he inspired remains. The invitations he extended still echo in my heart.

I find myself asking, quietly, what do I carry forward from him? What lesson do I let shape the rest of my days? For me, it is his constant reminder to keep my eyes on Jesus Christ. To make Him the center. To trust that even when storms come, God is still steady.

Maybe you are asking yourself that same question. What has he taught you that you want to hold close?

His life was a gift. His words were a guide. And his legacy is written not only in what he said, but in how we now choose to live.