Back in the Temple

The temple is open again! After almost a year and a half of not being able to go, Nun and I were able to go back yesterday morning. Everyone I saw while there had a giant smile, and I was smiling right along with them. There is such a profound feeling of peace in the temple and the problems of the world almost seem to melt away when I'm there. Nothing else matters for that short time.

Unfortunately, I really struggle to stay awake in the temple. When I go to bed at night, I'm usually asleep about 5 minutes after turning out the light. I have to listen to audio books if I'm driving by myself for more than a few minutes because falling asleep while driving is a very real concern for me. It's a little too easy for me to fall asleep. Sitting in a quiet, peaceful place like the temple brings on the same problem. I once sat by my sister-in-law and told her to poke me if I started dosing and she was surprised how serious I was - I was not just joking. I pray before I go to have help to stay awake, I started keeping mints in my bag, and I repeat the words in my head to help me stay awake. These help some, but it still isn't perfect. I wish it wasn't so hard for me, but I know the Lord is aware of my struggle and my intentions and He blesses me despite my shortcomings. I really feel for Peter, James, and John in the Garden of Gethsemane because I would need the same rebuke. 

The service we provide for others in the temple is incomparable. But I benefit so much, as well. I feel so much closer to the Lord in His house. I can take time to think about the covenants I have made and renew my determination to keep these covenants and serve others. The Spirit is easier to recognize and personal revelation is a little more clear. I feel the extra strong power of prayer as I pray for others in the temple. 

I think one benefit of having the temples closed for so long is to help us appreciate them more and not take them for granted. I don't want to get lazy about going regularly. I want to bless my ancestors and enjoy the blessings I get from going to the temple frequently.

Attributes of Christ through Art

I recently posted about the images of Christ that I'm saving in Instagram. After just a few weeks, I'm close to 300 images. This spontaneous project is really touching my heart. Today during the sacrament, I opened my little album and spent some time thinking of Him as I looked at these images.

I recently heard Emily Freeman talk about how she prays for the attribute of Christ that can help her that day. I've been thinking about that a lot and these images have helped me. 

I had a few little packs of mini paintings of Christ that I used to keep in my church bag when my kids were young. I recently pulled those out and bought a couple more. Then I mixed them all together. I started displaying a different one for myself on my nightstand each day. When I put a new picture up, I think about what attributes are depicted in that image. How does that attribute bless me? 

My image for today shows Christ as the creator, showing love to even the little birds. Luke 12:7 says, "But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows." Christ loves each of us beyond our ability to comprehend. 

A few days ago, the image showed Christ as King. I thought about how happy I am to be His subject, to follow His laws. He knows how to give laws that will always be to my benefit and show complete love to me in the process. I had the thought of being on His team and working toward a common goal with Him. 

One of my favorite things to pay attention to in paintings and photos is the way artists use light to portray Christ's character. In our Relief Society lesson today, we talked about the light of Christ. I thought about the contrast between dark moments in my life and the brightness of Christ's light when I turn to Him. He is the source of all light and I have felt Him warming my soul again and again, especially in my dark moments. I love my Savior, Jesus Christ. I'm continually grateful for His influence in my life. 

PC: @gregolsenart, @restorationprints

I had a kindergarten student this year who is learning how to read. She has been working so hard, but sometimes it's tempting to give up when every word is a struggle. The new word that was tripping her up one day was "did". She would sound it out and eventually figure it out, but when it cropped up again on another page, she had to start all over and she was tired of it. She finally asked me, "Can I skip that word?" I laughed and told her, no, she can't skip that word. After a few lessons, she got quite good at reading the word "did", but then we started with both "who" and "what" not long after. These are both much harder, but just as important to know. 

I frequently have students who hate when I correct their reading. I always expect them to go back and read it correctly so they are more likely to get it right next time they see it. But sometimes they push back. It's annoying that I'm so bossy and don't just let them finish the book already. I explain that I'm getting paid to do my job and if I let kids read the words wrong without fixing them, I'm not doing my job. What would the principal think if I don't really teach kids to read correctly? 

How often do we feel stuck in our trials and ask the Lord if we can just skip that trial? Or we feel repentance is punitive, that someone is bossy or annoying to ask us to fix our mistakes.  Fortunately, we don't send our kids to an empty school and expect them to figure out how to read. We send them to teachers who already know how to read, who will help them go back and fix their mistakes. You know the pay off for teaching kids to read? When they get the glimmer in their eyes as they read with confidence and recognize that it used to be too hard for them. That's my favorite part! 

Our Savior already knows how to live and He's ready to help us go back and fix our mistakes. It's not about controlling, bossing, or punishing. It's about helping us learn all we can and then moving on to more lessons we need to learn. He loves seeing the glimmer in our eyes when we grow. He doesn't get mad when we make mistakes, just like I don't get mad at my early readers. Repentance isn't the backup plan. Repentance is THE plan.