The Stillness of the Sanctuary

I desire to capture a feeling, an experience but without revealing too much. I have been taught too many times that the Lord reveals more to those who keep their mouth shut than to those who blab (blog?) about sacred things.

Last night was our Ward Temple night. We attended the Provo Temple. It was packed with the various wards and stakes from the district. The first blessing of the night was that I was able to sit quietly in the chapel for an extended period and read the Book of Mormon. I was able to finish Alma and get into the first five chapters of Helaman. The Book of Helaman is always rough for me... the juxtaposition of the incredible missionary work with the evils of the secret combinations just hits a little too close to home for me.

When we finally moved into the ordinance room it was still and peaceful. I immediately fell into a deep meditative state, pouring out my heart to God. At one point, with my eyes closed, I remember thinking, "Man, Sr. B is sure in my space! Why can't she just sit in her own seat?" Now, Sister B weighs about 95 pounds and was no where near my space. I remember the sensation of people being all around me, in my face. Then I finally put 2 and 2 together (mercifully). It wasn't Sr. B at all... the room was filled with angels. When I did have that realization I was able to utter my profound gratitude for experiencing that moment. Lucy confirmed that she too felt the same.

I also had the profound assurance that if I would spend more time in the stillness of the temple sanctuary, the blessings of the temple would extend to my family in a powerful manifestation.

I will hearken and obey.