There are few things in life worth driving a total 25 hours for. And one of those is coming home to family for Thanksgiving. I escaped Provo sooner than most students and was able to ride home with Bryan, Meredith, and her adorable kids. We arrived late friday evening.
Saturday, November 17th, I had the greatest privelage to go through the Portland Oregon Temple with my parents, and three of my sisters and their spouses, and two dear friends I consider sisters.
If you can imagine the feeling of an all encompassing love and peace, then you will know how I felt that day. My mother was my wonderful escort and Sister Ross was my attending, and boy was I ever so grateful to have them both. I gave a sigh of relief every time I saw Sister Ross. When it was time for me to leave the Temple, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I hoped I would see her again.
The Temple is the House of the Lord. Inside sacred ordinances and covenants take place. Getting to the Temple is what life is about. It is how we can become more like our Savior, Jesus Christ--the most perfect exemplar Inside the Temple, a man and woman can be sealed for time and all eternity by the power of the Priesthood. Do you realize what a blessing that is? I get to be with my future husband, children, and all my family for eternity. I never want to do anything in life that would jeopardize me losing that wonderful gift that the Savior has made available to me through the Atonement.
The rest of my break was...well, busy. I tried to tie loose ends on mission stuff before it gets too late. Another highlight of the trip by far, was seeing my dear dear friend, Julie. Julie and I have been friends since Freshman/Sophomore year of high school. But it didn't take long for me to realize what a wonderful person Julie is. She is good at everything she does--and she cares--for the individual. Wednesday night we baked six pies, made spinach dip, and began mashed potatoes. (what other friend does that, just to be nice?) I'm guilty for talking most of time, but she is the best listener and advice giver. I could never come up with any of the stuff she tells me. It was therapy to be around her again!
Thanksgiving was great! I mean....who doesn't love Thanksgiving. I feel I have so much to be thankful for. Trials, lessons learned, new jobs, family relationships, and most especially the love I feel from my Heavenly Father. I am of course so grateful for a modern day prophet--who is just like Abraham and Isaac, and Moses, of old, who receives revelation from God for our day. Now, I have the opportunity to serve a mission in Argentina much sooner than anticipated, and I am so very grateful for that.
I am back home in Provo now. With an accumulated probably 10 hours of sleep since Friday...my head hurts (oh I think that is what they call a headache). I am so looking forward to the end of these three weeks.
Saturday, November 17th, I had the greatest privelage to go through the Portland Oregon Temple with my parents, and three of my sisters and their spouses, and two dear friends I consider sisters.
If you can imagine the feeling of an all encompassing love and peace, then you will know how I felt that day. My mother was my wonderful escort and Sister Ross was my attending, and boy was I ever so grateful to have them both. I gave a sigh of relief every time I saw Sister Ross. When it was time for me to leave the Temple, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I hoped I would see her again.
The Temple is the House of the Lord. Inside sacred ordinances and covenants take place. Getting to the Temple is what life is about. It is how we can become more like our Savior, Jesus Christ--the most perfect exemplar Inside the Temple, a man and woman can be sealed for time and all eternity by the power of the Priesthood. Do you realize what a blessing that is? I get to be with my future husband, children, and all my family for eternity. I never want to do anything in life that would jeopardize me losing that wonderful gift that the Savior has made available to me through the Atonement.
The rest of my break was...well, busy. I tried to tie loose ends on mission stuff before it gets too late. Another highlight of the trip by far, was seeing my dear dear friend, Julie. Julie and I have been friends since Freshman/Sophomore year of high school. But it didn't take long for me to realize what a wonderful person Julie is. She is good at everything she does--and she cares--for the individual. Wednesday night we baked six pies, made spinach dip, and began mashed potatoes. (what other friend does that, just to be nice?) I'm guilty for talking most of time, but she is the best listener and advice giver. I could never come up with any of the stuff she tells me. It was therapy to be around her again!
Thanksgiving was great! I mean....who doesn't love Thanksgiving. I feel I have so much to be thankful for. Trials, lessons learned, new jobs, family relationships, and most especially the love I feel from my Heavenly Father. I am of course so grateful for a modern day prophet--who is just like Abraham and Isaac, and Moses, of old, who receives revelation from God for our day. Now, I have the opportunity to serve a mission in Argentina much sooner than anticipated, and I am so very grateful for that.
I am back home in Provo now. With an accumulated probably 10 hours of sleep since Friday...my head hurts (oh I think that is what they call a headache). I am so looking forward to the end of these three weeks.
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