I Love the Temple

I don't really post spiritual things on this blog, or at least I haven't in the past. My faith is very personal. I struggle to share my testimony on forums such as these because I'm never sure exactly who is reading and I don't want them to judge me harshly. But I had an experience yesterday that I have to share. Whether you share my faith or not, know this comes from my heart and I don't share it lightly.

The temple has always been a refuge for me. It has been a place for me to ponder and reverence my Father and Christ. It has always been a place for revelation and calming. So naturally, when I feel down, I want to go to the temple. And I've been feeling down. There are many things that have been hanging on my mind, and I've been struggling a little. Finally, last Sunday, I told Hubby that I had to go to the temple. I had had enough.

Yesterday morning, I had that opportunity. Hubby watched the girls while I went. As soon as I entered the building, I was overwhelmed with a feeling of love. I felt a burden lifted; it wasn't removed, just lighter. As I sat waiting for the ceremony to begin, I started praying about so many things that were on my mind. Immediately, everything dropped and peace entered my heart. I tangibly felt my Heavenly Father calming my mind and heart. Even now, I don't have the words to really tell you what happened to me. Let's just say that I found the strength, peace, calm, and joy that I had been looking for. I'm so grateful for the temple and what it does for me. I'm also grateful for a loving husband who was willing to watch the girls while I got to go. The world is right again.