I Love the Temple!

I absolutely love the temple! Where else on earth can you go to feel peace and quiet and the Spirit in such great abundance? Where else can you go where you always come out happier and more calm than when you went in...a place that is a real training ground for eternity? Where else can you enter into with big tears in your eyes from the trials and adversities that the world presses down on you and then come out with big tears in your eyes from feeling the love of the Savior and his atoning sacrifice that has cleansed your soul? Yes, your home and your private quiet places can provide those same feelings as you talk with your Heavenly Father in prayer, but the temple radiates the love of the Savior through every door and down every hallway. This is His House on earth!!
I can’t tell you how much a part of me the temple is. I was born in the covenant...I don’t remember that, but I love my parents for keeping themselves worthy to be sealed in the temple, thus ensuring those eternal blessings that a covenant child receives (if I live worthily). I received my endowment in the Ogden temple surrounded by loved ones, with my Grandma and Grandpa Bassett as the officiators. I was married and sealed in the Salt Lake temple 35 years ago this year to the love of my life...and beyond...giving us the added rights and privileges reserved for those who enter into the new and everlasting covenant of marriage. We now see those blessings bestowed upon others on a weekly basis as we lovingly serve others in our capacity as coordinators in the Houston temple.
I know that I wanted to be a temple worker for a long time. It’s a part of me...my parents were temple workers, my Grandma Remington was a temple worker, my Grandma and Grandpa Bassett were temple workers, and my great-Grandma Hanks was a temple worker. As I think of it, I am a fourth generation temple worker in my family. Our children, Jannene and Lorie have followed behind...adding a fifth generation of temple service. I saw, heard and felt of their love as they would come home from the temple. Was my inner desire to serve in the temple hereditary, or just a spiritual desire, increased from years and years of watching dedicated temple service family members? Do I really know how different my life would have been without the temple in it?
I feel kind of like the “life-timer” member vs. the convert. With generations of a love of the temple in our family, I sometimes don’t see and feel the vast difference my life could have been without the temple as part of it. I only feel the continual joy, peace and happiness as my life unfolds. But what of the miracles and blessings that occur in the lives of the “converts” to temple service?
I have two friends who have shared their joy with me just recently as they have begun their temple worker service, and the miracles that have occurred in their lives as a direct result. One friend has had a challenging life, to say the least, with a less-than-responsive husband, troubles with children, troubles with parents and heavy work and church responsibilities. In May, she began her temple service as an ordinance worker. She related that her youngest daughter LOVES that she is working in the temple and calls her every Tuesday evening after she arrives home to hear her stories of her “day in the temple”. Even her daughter’s boyfriend says he feels the impact that her temple service has had on him, and he’s not even a member of the family!
The other couple has struggled with their youngest daughter. Even though their church service has been very dedicated and even though they have put all their efforts into their family and their children, this last daughter has really been a difficult one. She has been into drugs, ear piercings, home school (to get her out of the failing school environment), and in and out of the church. Her parents have hung in there with her, but it has not been without much pain and sorrow.
This past January, their daughter started turning around. They had moved to a different location in Houston, and the daughter has really related to the bishop of their new ward...becoming best friends. She has gone through LDS counseling, has slowly repented of her wayward life, has removed all of her piercings, and has come back into full activity. She even influenced a fellow non-member “stray” to have a desire to learn of the church because of her example, and he was just baptized this past month. It was a complete turn-around in the spiritual life of this young woman...and it began when her parents started working Friday nights in the Houston Temple!!
Life is a real learning experience, and is challenging at best. Lately, I have seen Satan’s groping tentacles reaching out trying to destroy many families and individuals. I am SO grateful for the safe haven of the temple and the covenants made therein!

A Renewed Uplift

I ABSOLUTELY love General Conference! What a spiritual uplift it gives to me. It is one of the best investments on a Saturday and Sunday that you can get. It gives me greater determination to improve my life and gives me peace and security as I receive answers to questions. I am so grateful for a prophet of God who speaks for God in giving us guidance and direction for our specific needs. I am also grateful for modern technology that enables us to watch all of Conference.
I don’t remember Conference when I was a little girl. Then as we got older, the only Conference we were able to watch was the Sunday morning session of Conference. They started broadcasting that when we were in Overland Park, Kansas. They would broadcast that with Music and the Spoken Word. That was okay with me. Not having to go to church that Sunday and just watch 2 hours on TV made for a nice relaxing day.
I first developed a love for all four sessions of Conference when we left Houston to attend BYU. The first conference we were able to go to was October Conference. We had several of our friends from Kansas City come down from Ricks College, and with some of our friends from BYU, we went up to stand in line for the Conference, which was held in the Tabernacle. How wonderful to see the prophet in person. President Joseph Fielding Smith was truly a prophet of God!
Once I got hooked being able to go to Conference while at Brigham Young University, I graduated, came home and married Kyle. By that time, we were able to go to the church and watch all the sessions of Conference via satellite. One of the greatest memories I had was when Kyle was called to be the physical facilities high counselor and set up the satellite for all the Conference sessions. We would get a babysitter for our children all day on Saturday. Then I would go with him to the morning and afternoon sessions. We would always go to lunch in between sessions. It was so nice to be with just him, without having to worry about taking care of little children. We would go to dinner and talk about what we had learned in Conference. Then I would go home to be with the children and he would stay for the priesthood session.
That became a real tradition for us. We couldn’t watch Conference when we lived in Singapore until two weeks after Conference. Someone would send a videotape of all the Conference sessions to our leadership, and we would go to the church and watch them via videotape. However, when we returned home, we used lunch or dinner as an incentive for our children in order to watch Conference. Robbie was 13 ½, Richie was 12 years old, Jannene was 9 ½ and Lorie was 5 ½. We told them that if they would go with us to the sessions of Conference at the church on Saturday, we would let them choose a restaurant to go to in between the morning and afternoon sessions. It gave the children something to look forward to as a treat. Then we gave them specific things to look for during the conference session, and we discussed them at FHE the following Monday night.
We can get Conference now in our homes, just like the Utah people have always been able to do. It’s WONDERFUL! However, we still dress in “Sunday” clothes on Saturday and Sunday. We still go to lunch or dinner between sessions of Conference on Saturdays. And we continue to learn while sitting at the feet of the prophets of God.
Thank you Heavenly Father for General Conference!