It seems like my family is dwindling, as of late. I'm here in Florida, List's still in Arizona until February, Acey leaves next month- it's weird when the 6 of us all lived in small quarters for 20 years. Now, soon enough, little Granger will be the only kid at home. It's weird alright.
Before Acey ships off, we had decided on when we would go to the Orlando Temple, and we picked last Saturday. It's an extremely sacred and special experience for us. I have felt so pleased that he, along with my Aunt Tracey and 4 other cousins, would go the first time. 26 people came down in total, more than I have heard of! It was such a joyful day for all of us.
Every single time I enter the Temple I have a prayer in my heart. (Graham always laughs at that expression when I use it, but as a little girl I have many memories of my father telling us that as we got into bed.) My prayers almost end up being chants, because of their length and the intertwining of themes. I try to think of all the things I am grateful for, all the blessings that I realize I have, all the things I wish for others and the things I stand in need of. The morning of was similar; I have felt so at peace since then (and as mentioned in my last post, good things have been happening). A beautiful day for a beautiful experience.
I am so happy to be a part of a faith that I love so much. I am so thrilled that Acey and Listi will be tag teaming to preach this. I have such a firm testimony that the gospel of Jesus Christ is real, and most importantly, true.
And it seems like for the first time in a while, I am just so untroubled, so at ease.
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