I made a quick trip to Utah where my parents are setting up the next chapter of their lives. They’re empty-nesters now, and we all came together for a “hurrah!” before we all separated once more for who knows how long.
Utah’s great for many things, and most of all in my humble opinion, is the temple. We made a few stops, each one a unique and special experience. In the Temple I learn the most about God, His son, and His plan for me. I see things in myself there, and I’m inspired and empowered to become more like my father in heaven. The more I attend the temple, the more I realise how personal and vast the gospel is. I understand that the root of the gospel is a “no man left behind” policy- but there’s no deadline or set curve for learning. Recently, my experiences in the temple have made me excited and grateful for womanhood and its most sacred role in the eternities. I am in awe at the grace of a merciful ruler, and I’m humbled to learn that “ruling” isn’t what I always thought it was. The temple changes the way I study and interpret the scriptures and the words of prophets. It opens my field of vision- yet somehow narrows (in a good way) the way I govern myself on my journey of faith. It’s a house of learning; it’s hard work; but it’s my favourite class.
Oquirrh Mountain Temple:
Salt Lake Temple and temple square:
The office of the First Presidency:
Provo Temple, my college temple:
My new favourite temple, the Payson Temple:
As a family, for the first time, we all attended the Mount Timpanogos Temple. Being together in the celestial room of the House of God was an incredible experience. It was great to be with my family, in that sacred unit organised by Heavenly Father.