Ten Years
This past week marks ten years since I went to the temple for the first time and received my endowment. For most of my life I remember wondering about the temple because I had heard so much about it from other people. My mother went regularly and was a good example to me of faithfulness in attending. During the last few years I haven't been so great at going to the temple. It's been more of a challenge with my busy schedule and the distance (although both those things are poor excuses). I've decided to commit to going more frequently once we move, and I'm trying to decide on a reasonable goal. Every two weeks seems like a lot, every month seems like a little. I think I'll see how I feel in the upcoming months as well. I guess my testimony of the temple is mostly based on how I feel when I leave. It's a place to spend some time away from the rest of the world and commune with God, to get a handle on who I really am and to focus on what I can do to live a better life. When I am inside, I often feel like I am in some sort of a warm cocoon or 'spiritual hug', and when I leave I always feel energized and ready to get back to my life. Like I said, I haven't been going very often lately and I thought that I'd write down some of my thoughts to remind myself of why I go in hopes of inspiring myself to keep going back.
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Just a thought - you could take the kiddies to the Oquirrh Mountain temple open house. They might think it's cool.
i had all intentions of going to the Oquirrh Mtn temple yesterday, on it's first day of operation. it was our anniversary, and though my DH is no longer a man of faith, i thought it would be a good symbolic gesture on my part.
but i didn't. and i didn't go today.
if i had any kind of feeling when i went besides tired, if it felt peaceful or comforting to me, or if i left feeling good about it and renewed in some way, that would be a boon. as it is, i just ache when i'm there. that he's not with me. that it's been so many years since he lost his faith and there doesn't seem to be any sign of him ever finding himself again. i cry. and i hate crying. and i feel lonely. and small. and sad.
but i'm trying to become someone who goes. maybe frequency would overcome some of these things, and i'd finally have a good experience. so far i just trust that others have learned things i just don't know yet, but that if i'm faithful i'll eventually get there too.
thanks for your example here!