WARNING: THIS POST MAY BE A BIT CONFUSING FOR ANYONE WHO IS NOT A MEMBER OF THE CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATTER DAY SAINTS (MORMON). PLEASE FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE ME WITH ANY QUESTIONS YOU MAY HAVE ABOUT MY BELIEFS, I AM HAPPY TO SHARE THIS AMAZING KNOWLEDGE AND UNDERSTANDING WITH YOU.
Houston, Texas Temple |
This really took me a bit to think about. I really think my testimony of the temple came naturally. The temple is our Heavenly Father's home on earth. This is where he can reside. This is where we visit to seek guidance and direction from him and we carry forth his works. We need a place unspotted from the world, especially when it is hard to find any peace at all in the world.
I often joke around temple experiences I have had because really, a lot of them are laughable. When I was going through for my own endowment the fire alarms went off while I was changing into my clothes and I had to be ushered down the stairs while being huddled around by sweet ladies who were very concerned that all I had was a robe. Thankfully the alarms stopped before we had to completely leave the building It wasn't funny at the time, but now it is pretty hilarious.
I always seem to end up in sessions in really off-the-wall languages...Mandarin, German, French, Sign Language, and Spanish. Then I get totally tangled in those headsets (I can totally sympathize with those who need them in an English speaking session).
Then of course there was the time I lost my name. Okay so let me paint this picture for you. I am in a room filled with wonderful women. Most of them were my leaders and teachers growing up. Well, we are getting settled and all and the name COMPLETELY DISAPPEARS!!!!! No joke! We had to stop the session, everyone had to check their things and it was pretty chaotic. Quiet, but chaotic. Finally they had decided that I would need to leave the session as I didn't have a name and the paper was gone. Quickly I prayed to know what to do. I prayed for the woman I was doing the work for. I asked her where she was and why she was hiding from me. I asked her if she was ready or if it wasn't her time. I told her that I knew this was the work the Lord had in store for her. Suddenly a very clear and distinct thought entered my mind. I knew her. I could remember her name, birth year, and even the details of the person who submitted the name! It was bizarre! I quickly told the matrons who were helping me and trying to figure out what to do. After they repeatedly asked if I was sure, I was positive, there was absolutely no doubt in my mind who she was. The session continued as if nothing had happened. I kinda felt like Dory from Finding Nemo when she could recite P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney. Then as I left the doors of the temple, the name was gone from my mind. No matter how hard I try I cannot remember the name.
I often think back on that experience and I smile. I know she was there. I know she was scared. I know that she heard me and I heard her. I felt so close to her that I wanted to hug her. I know that the temple is a sacred place and that the veil is very thin. I hope one day I will get to meet her face to face. I will tell her that she embarrassed the crud out of me and that she also taught me more about the temple than I could ever imagine.
Years have passed and even though they have replaced carpets and chairs and such in the temple, they still have NEVER found her name.
Another moment that my husband and I shared was in the Salt Lake City Temple. We were very excited to go because neither of us had ever been inside and we had been told it was amazing. It is indeed, amazing! While we were getting our clothes and walking through the lobby we both felt the same thing...it felt busy. Yet, when we looked around there were a few patrons walking around and no noise to speak of. Why did we feel like things were so busy and bustling around? Again, a testimony to us that the work of the Lord is at hand and the veil is very thin in the temple.
We are so blessed to have a temple close by. We try and go once a month. There we renew ourselves and our commitment to the Lord.
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