This is where I spent the afternoon. Every time I go it's like going home. It's heaven.
Several years ago when the Mount Timpanogoos temple was having its open house, I went through it with my family. My sister and her family were in front of us. Randy was carrying little Summer and I overheard her ask him, "When do we get to see Jesus?" His answer must not have satisfied her because before long I heard her ask again, "Where is Jesus? When do we get to see Jesus?" I smiled at the sweet innocence of her question. She'd been taught, and rightly so, that the temple is the Lord's house. She'd been taught that we find Him when we go there.
I expect to find Him there too. I don't expect to see his face, but I do feel his presence, his love and his acceptance of me. When I go to the temple I feel closer to him. I feel peace and hope. I feel safe. It truly is His house.
If you've ever wondered what temples are for, look here.
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