Friday, April 1, 2016

I Love to See The Temple

Wednesday night, I drove the three or four minutes from my office to the Ogden Temple. Oh, it is so lovely. It is actually exquisite. Beautiful. As soon as I walk in, I also feel lovely, exquisite and beautiful. I changed into my white gown and headed to the front of the dressing room. I felt like the queen that I am. And, I am. So are you. I entered the chapel. I was the only one there without a spouse. For a few minutes, it didn't matter. I said a prayer and listened to the music. Then, we went to the session.

I was doing so well until the part of the session that talks about chastity. Then, tears uncontrollably streamed down my face as we listened to the importance of chastity and marriage and wives hearkening to the words of their husbands while their husbands hearken to the words of the Lord. I was particularly touched by the witness couple. Every time they went to the alter, representing Adam and Eve, the husband literally held his wife with his left arm wrapped around her waste. Never letting go. Ever. Not once. I cried. And crying is okay. I was also touched, as I have never been before, by the example of Jehoval, Michael, Peter, James and John. They never waivered when God commanded them to do. They just did. They never questioned, they never delayed, they never said they had other things to do. They just did and they did right away. Immediately. What have I NOT done that I should have done because I was scared, because I waivered, because I delayed. Oh, what have I missed?

The veil was particularly difficult, or beautiful for me. I cried through the whole thing. But, as I entered the Celestial Room, my tears felt more exquisite. I was not alone in the Celestial Room. I felt comfort and peace and love. I sat there for many, many minutes. I prayed. I cried. I read the scriptures. I prayed and cried some more as tears streamed down my cheeks.

As I left the Temple, the sunset was beautiful, lovely, and exquisite. Just as I am. I went home to my babies. I hugged them and loved them.

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