November 17, 2012
After arriving in Gresham Friday evening, Saturday was a very special day. As a child growing up I always sang, "I love to the Temple," and for the past 20 years (hey, in a week, I can say that officially), I have been preparing to go to the Temple. I remember talking to my mom one night at the kitchen table back in August and she told me as much as she could about the Temple, and feeling a lump in my throat for how badly I wanted to and be apart of the temple work. Ever since October 6th, 2012, that possibility of attending the Temple, came sooner than anticipated, and you should know, very welcomed.
The Portland Temple was the first temple I went to for baptisms for the dead, and now for my endowments. And....it could potentially be the Temple I get married in too.
The time I spent with my mom the hours before I went to the temple was very special. My mom was suffering intense pain in her legs from the polio, but the acts of service she rendered me that day was a glimpse into her eternal love for me. I told her I was sorry, and that I should have asked one of my sisters to escort me and she said "oh no. I wouldn't ever miss this day." thanks mom for being the best escort!
The first time going through the temple was great, truly. But to be honest, the second time was even better, and I know it will get better and better each time. I went again last night for the second time, and I didn't want to leave. I want to go to the Temple more and more. It really is the best place.
I'm so grateful for my family and friends who showed their support. They took time out of their day. And a sweet babysitter who babysat 7 kids, for free, because she knew our family was at the temple for me. Seriously. People are the best. And I know that the happiness I felt was because it was shared with others. Especially, my eternal family.
After arriving in Gresham Friday evening, Saturday was a very special day. As a child growing up I always sang, "I love to the Temple," and for the past 20 years (hey, in a week, I can say that officially), I have been preparing to go to the Temple. I remember talking to my mom one night at the kitchen table back in August and she told me as much as she could about the Temple, and feeling a lump in my throat for how badly I wanted to and be apart of the temple work. Ever since October 6th, 2012, that possibility of attending the Temple, came sooner than anticipated, and you should know, very welcomed.
The Portland Temple was the first temple I went to for baptisms for the dead, and now for my endowments. And....it could potentially be the Temple I get married in too.
The time I spent with my mom the hours before I went to the temple was very special. My mom was suffering intense pain in her legs from the polio, but the acts of service she rendered me that day was a glimpse into her eternal love for me. I told her I was sorry, and that I should have asked one of my sisters to escort me and she said "oh no. I wouldn't ever miss this day." thanks mom for being the best escort!
The first time going through the temple was great, truly. But to be honest, the second time was even better, and I know it will get better and better each time. I went again last night for the second time, and I didn't want to leave. I want to go to the Temple more and more. It really is the best place.
I'm so grateful for my family and friends who showed their support. They took time out of their day. And a sweet babysitter who babysat 7 kids, for free, because she knew our family was at the temple for me. Seriously. People are the best. And I know that the happiness I felt was because it was shared with others. Especially, my eternal family.
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