I had the opportunity to go to the temple to today. Ha, I say "opportunity" like the occasion doesn't arise very much. Let me pause for a moment as you all think about where I live....yeah, it's still Provo. So, the "opportunity" is pretty much omni-present, I just don't take it as often as I should.
But, I digress: I went to the temple this morning. I've gone a couple times throughout the summer and each time I've done something different. I've done everything I can do in the temple from baptisms to sealings. And that makes me feel like I've accomplished something this summer, something important anyway.
I don't know that I often express my love for the temple. There are few places left on this earth where I can go to truly get away (and it's not because I'm a poor college student with no money for travel: they just don't exist anymore). My last getaway places are temples and big, open fields. Or any vista that is big and open, like when I hiked Stewart falls with my friends and we looked out over the valley. Those are the kinds of places where I feel most connected to my God and I start to get a sense of His grand designs for this world. They are the places where I can forget myself and my problems, everything that plagues my brain and screams for my attention. I can go there and just be me or figure out who I am and how I fit into the Plan.
For the temple is a house of God, a place of love and beauty.
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