[At least once a month, and sometimes more often, President George D. Durrant of the Kentucky Tennessee Mission from 1972 to 1975 would write a message to all of the missionaries. He called such messages 'Newsletters'. This is one of them.]

The other morning I read a thought that touched me deeply. Mormon, recounting past history, said of Helaman's sons Nephi and Lehi that they had "many revelations daily." (Helaman 11:23.)

I bear you my testimony that I too receive many revelations daily. Let me tell you of those I received yesterday.

I arose at 5:00 a.m. to prepare to go to the Lexington Stake Conference. I knew I'd speak there. I wanted to know what the Lord would have me say. I knelt in prayer. The Lord didn't tell me what to say, but as I concluded the speaking part of the prayer and paused to listen, he did speak to me in my heart. An inner voice said to me, "George, I love you." Joy filled my heart. This was a revelation that filled my soul with courage.

At Lexington I spoke to the priesthood leaders. As I spoke, the idea came to me that, ,just as the righteous Nephites were preserved through the destruction, so will the righteous of our day be preserved through any crisis that might come. This filled my soul with comfort. I felt my words take on power. I knew the Lord had spoken to me and I had repeated his words to my beloved friends.

In the general session I spoke again. Only two minutes were mine. I've never been so moved at the pulpit. I spoke of the love of Christ that brought about the Atonement. The Lord caused tears to come to my eyes as I told the people that I knew that we could make it all the way—all the way back to our Father's presence—if we would be obedient. I know that the Lord had told me what to say and had filled my soul with love.

We gave Elder Bennett, the visiting authority, a ride back to Louisville where he was to catch his plane. We talked of many things as we rode along. He thrilled Sister Durrant, Kathryn (our daughter) and myself and filled our souls with faith.

Then at the airport I told him good-bye. As we shook hands and he looked into my eyes and I into his, a spirit welled up within me. A spirit of love and joy. The Lord whispered to me, "He is indeed one of my choice servants." I knew that I was with a man of God.

We went home and later that day we attended sacrament meeting. Matt (our seventeen-year-old son) drove us there. He caught another ride home and took the keys to our car with him. As we sat later in the car that would not start without a key, I found myself wishing that Matt would receive a few more revelations daily. But then after all else that had happened that day, I smiled. Somehow a car that wouldn't start didn't seem very important.

Beloved missionaries, I humbly pray that you and I will receive many revelations each day.