Yesterday Mary was sick, so Alex gave a substitute talk for her in primary:
When I feel the Holy Ghost I feel warm inside.
It makes me feel happy, and glad.
Sometimes he also wants me to feel sad, like if I made a bad choice.
I feel the Spirit when I help someone carry heavy boxes, or when I comfort someone who fell down or who got a blister.
I read my scriptures and say my prayers every day, and come to church on Sundays, and that helps me to feel the Spirit.
Yesterday our family went to the temple. It’s the house of God.
I’ve been inside the temple to be sealed, but now I can’t go inside again until I’m twelve.
But I still feel the Spirit when I walk around outside.
It makes me feel reverent.
When I make a bad choice, like when I’m not kind to Grandma and Granddad, or when I’m not following directions, I don’t feel as close to the Spirit.
When I make good choices, there are some consequences that are easy to see. Yesterday I made good choices and got my own bottle of pop.
It can be harder than that to notice the Spirit sometimes. When I’m acting silly, I may not be thinking about whether I am feeling the Spirit.
But I have been given the Gift of the Holy Ghost, so when I’m making good choices, the Spirit can always be with me.
Yesterday at the playground, my little sister Kyrie fell off a ladder and the Holy Ghost told me to go help her.
I am grateful for the church and the temple. I am grateful for how Jesus prayed in the Garden of Gethsemane. I love him.
I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.