Someone drove by and shouted, “they are closed today!”
I said, “we are here with the children. It only matters that we came.”
I mean, family history work is important, and temple ordinances are both a responsibility and a powerful gift. I do not demean that at all. I just mean that the temple being closed is not a reason not to come experience the temple and its power.
Nathan and I took turns walking and praying, and tears flowed down my cheeks to be here today, on this day of all days, with all the hope that lies in tomorrow.
Because of tomorrow, we have the resurrection, which makes cancer and baby airways irrelevant.
Because of temple ordinances by restored priesthood authority, it doesn’t matter if both your parents are gone.
Because of the atonement, I am forgiven, and my capacity to become myself is increased, and holiness is washed over me, and my life is given away in consecration.
Because of the prayers I have cried within the walls of this very temple, my life is changed and my family is found and my husband in my arms and my children gathered to me.