I've been having a recent burst of bad days lately and I have been searching for peace. The kind of peace where I know that no matter what happens to me, it will all be okay. It will all be okay. I've kind of felt like there's this wall over my heart. I'm doing everything I should be, and The Spirit is thiiiis close to flooding through me, but something, something was stopping it. I didn't know what it was and it was really frustrating me. Why wasn't my promised constant companion not there? After weeks of prayer and thought I wasn't getting anywhere. Then. Then it happened. My Grandma learned how to work a computer. For her stake conference she was challenged to find at least one name from her family history to take to the Temple. That's it. Being the very righteous and good example that she is, of course she did it. She was so proud of herself. She found 7 names total, and immediately called all of us up and invited us to go to the Temple with her to do this work for our family. Then it hit me. Of course! I desperately needed to go visit the House of The Lord. I quickly accepted and today was spent in eager anticipation of 4:30.
Waaay back in October I had found names of my own after being prompted repeatedly to get to work! Getting to work is exactly what I did. Every Sunday and many other afternoon, I spent hours on the computer searching, reading and learning about my family. It's so amazing the strength that I received from doing this. We're promised great blessing if we do family history work, and I am here to testify that this is so true. I gathered about 145 names in just a short while. Unfortunately, every time I tried to go to the Temple my plan was foiled. *shakes fist at the sky* Satan is real folks! I know that just as much as I know Heavenly Father is. Luckily I was able to make it to the Temple safe and sound on a day that it was open. Occasionally I have tried to go when it was closed. On accident obviously. It doesn't make for a very fulfilling trip, but we did get some cute pictures:
The point is, I made it today. I had 10 names in my hand. Names of people who were related to me. People who went through the same trials as I have. Fellow Children of God. Each time before I started looking for names, I would pray that the people who were ready to have their work done would show themselves to me, and that I would be able to find them easily. Well. Prayer works. These names would just jump out at me, begging me to save their souls. I felt like every time that I added someone to my list, they grabbed a sword and stood behind me, in my own personal army. I was slowly gaining friends to fight with me and for me, against all the many things that Satan has been throwing. It amazes me that I have so many people looking out for me and helping me in my life now.
Tonight as I came out of the water time and time again, I felt like I could hear them cheering for me, celebrating the fact that they are a part of the true church- because of me. What a joy it is knowing how lucky I am to be who I am, and live where I do. I'm thankful for all the many people who came before me and were introduced to the Gospel. I'm thankful for the Missionaries that did that. I'm thankful that I can go to this beautiful building:
And this one:
And this one:
And I'm really really thankful for the people that I get to share all the fun with. The best part of my days are spent sitting in a white jumpsuit, feeling overwhelmed by the Spirit, staring down at my ice cold, half-painted toes. I will always be ready and willing to go to the Temple. And you know, Zupas afterword is not a bad idea either.
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