A few months ago, I set a goal to attend the temple every week. Thus far, I have been doing very good. I have felt closer to my Savior and have felt better in general.
I sometimes get impressions while I am at the temple, either while I am waiting in initiatory or sitting in the celestial room after a session. Sadly, I have not been very good about writing these impressions down. Tonight, however, I had to do it.
I was doing initiatory for some family names. As I was sitting and waiting, I thought about a person who is dear to me. She hasn't gone through the temple, but I hope one day she will. I was thinking about the future day and how joyful it would be to be with her in the celestial room. How joyful it would be to welcome her into that holy place, and part of me was joyous at her coming as I sat in initiatory.
My mind then turned to my in-laws. They are not members, but I wanted them to partake in this joy I was feeling. I wanted them to be there with me to feel eternity and know that there is more to this life than their seemingly pointless sufferings. I wanted them to feel the love that permeates every corner of that hallowed edifice.
Then I thought of Austin. My dear, sweet Austin. How I wish the temple would go through him as it has me. I wish he would come with me. I miss him so. Oh what a joyous occasion it will be when I can sit with him in the celestial room again.
The problem with all these beautiful thoughts is I don't know how to make them happen. I do know, though, that I receive answers in the temple, and that I suppose is why I will continue to go. So the question of how to help these dear loved ones will be given.
