Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Temples

A couple weeks ago, on a Monday night, I was sulking after a long, stressful disappointing and frustrating day. I had planned a little Family Home Evening trip to the temple and, after plucking several thousand corn kernels I had spilled all over the carpeted dining room at dinner, I was not sure I was still up for the 30 minute drive over to the Boise Temple. But we went. Our kids were encouraged in primary to ask their parents to take them to touch the temple. My kids were very excited.

We got there and suddenly I was reminded of the fact that the temple is closed Mondays. The big beautiful gates that surrounded the grounds were closed and locked. I shrunk down even more into my depressed state and thought of what a fail this day was shaping up to be. Tyler found a parking spot at the stake center next door and I pulled myself together, slumped out if the car, turned to face my family and bam. There they were. The most beautiful little family I had ever wished for, standing in front of the beautiful backdrop of the temple. And then I remembered that all of this was mine. All mine. Forever. And ever. And no bad day could take this treasure from me.

Tyler and I were married in that temple. And we know that no matter what this life brings, we will be together, with our children, for eternity. That is power that no person, distance, disappointment, tragedy, Supreme Court decision, or any other obstacle can take away from me. That is the power of God.

I was sure glad we got out of that car and took pictures, even if it was outside the grounds. There is no other place on Earth that serves such high purposes. You should come find out for yourself.









Forever.



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