Temple Day

I went to the temple with a girlfriend yesterday after Zumba (and a shower:).
We were in the Ogden Temple and as we were walking up the stairs to our assigned session I looked over the banister and saw my Dad! We waited and walked with him for a minute (turns out he was on his third session of the day!).

I am not absolutely sure but I believe the last time I was with my Dad in an endowment session was when Tawnya went through or when the out of town kids come to town, I can't remember. Point being, this is not a common occurrence. We both frequent the temple just hardly ever together.

Being the temple session I cannot say much except that there is a power to sitting in Heavenly Father's house, worshiping in the most holy of places and being able to hear my Earthly Dad's voice and hold his hand for just a few moments.

I have been blessed beyond measure with my family. Out of concern and love for my baby sister I searched out the peace and strength of the temple and to have my Dad expressing his own devotion and testimony was priceless to my soul.

Heavenly Father knows each of us and he loves us so much...and he always hears our prayers.