Today was a beautiful day. We were able to attend a dedicatory session for the new Oquirrh Mountain temple in South Jordan. Even though we were watching it by satellite it was apparent that the spirit of the Lord was present in His holy house. The talks were uplifting and powerful. Some thoughts I remember..."Listen and obey those who love you the most." (Baptized children were able to attend the dedication and many words were devoted to encouraging them to come to the temple when they are of age.)
The temple is God's house, and we are his children... meaning the temple is also our house.
The temple is a place of stillness. "Be still and know that I am God."
Elder Bednar and President Uchdorf spoke and both touched me deeply. President Monson gave a stirring dedicatory prayer as only a prophet of God could do. I felt so spiritually refreshed and revived, and my heart was filled to overflowing. I am so thankful to be a member of the Lord's church and to have sacred temples.
We wanted Maddie to have a temple experience today too, so we went to Temple Square and showed her the temple where Mommy and Daddy were married. I will have to post more pictures from our tour of the grounds and Visitor's Center. Maddie loved every second. In our dinner prayer tonight, Mike was saying "thank you for temples" and Maddie added "and that I can go inside when I get bigger." That's the right idea.
3 comments:
What a sweet day! I am sad we missed it :( I can't wait to see that temple. I bet it is beautiful!
I didn't even know that temple existed until Greg's parents told us that they're church was canceled for the dedication. Lame of us, eh!
I have been thinking a lot about temples though. I went with the youth to do baptisms for the dead last week. As I was standing in the dressing room waiting for the next girl to finish up, and come in, I found myself looking at my reflection in the mirror. I thought, "This is laughable that I'm the leader at the bottom of the stairs now, instead of the YW in the font. When the crap did that happen?!" Then I repented for thinking the word "crap" in the temple, and started focusing on the sound of the baptisms being performed on the other side of the door. There's such a soothing rhythm to baptisms for the dead. The whole temple is full of quiet rhythm...the shuffle of workers' feet, the standing up and down, the repetition in the ordinances. I love it. It's soft, predictable, calming, and powerful. It's so different from the noise and scatter of the world outside. Later, as I sat out in the pews to watch the last of the YM take they're turn, I was overcome with emotion. There is no place like the temple to pour your heart out in prayer to Heavenly Father. I am so grateful for the temple. I hope and pray that all of our kids will be worthy to go inside when they are bigger.
It kills me how cute Maddie is, and what a smarty pants she is. It's obvious what a great teacher you are. I look up to you soooo much in the area.
Uhhhh...sorry for the comment that's more like a book than a comment.
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