Remember: Brigham City Temple Dedication

As it happens, I am a little grumpy today. And, what's worse is that there is no good reason for it. I am not tired nor rather hungry. I have spent the day first at a wonderful temple dedication, then I took a lovely nap, and have been reading since then. On all accounts I ought to be in a pleasant mood. And, now that I'm realizing all this I think I shall start changing my attitude.

Brigham City Temple Dedication - this was a special ceremony of praise, helping me remember the Savior and His role in our lives. I have rededicated my heart to going to the temple with increased regularity. I believe that this will help me create and maintain increased faith, hope, and charity. And, oh how I need more of all three.

Since I moved to Orem, I have only gone to the temple once. Granted, I've only been here for a month, but I used to go weekly. It is interesting for me to note how quickly my testimony has faltered. See, I don't think it would if I had moved somewhere without easy access to a temple, but as it is, I just got distracted and so, my testimony wavered. Through the dedication, I was able to remember my priorities and unify my heart a little closer to God. Elder Perry mentioned a fire that destroyed the Brigham City Tabernacle and how we will all have fires testing our faith. It is been like that for me for a few months now and I need to start rebuilding from the ashes. I do love that idea.

I've been thinking a lot lately about my blog "Invitation to Remember" and how I never served a full time, LDS mission. Sister Packer mentioned how sometimes our words are unpolished, and yet our hearts sincere. This daily living, of following the Spirit can work miracles if we will continue to endure. Someone recently told me that my style of writing was "interesting..." (the ... was just a pause in their voice) and that they didn't think some parts were good/right/whatever, and it hurt me because it came from a friend. I almost went down the path that would have led me to stop writing. See, I just wrote a post that talked about my challenge feeling beautiful and worth something, because I had learned about person who struggled as I had done, and I wrote what I thought could help, and my friend knew that. In fact, it was this friend who told me of the person struggling. So, I was vulnerable.

It was at this dedication where I felt peace, where I felt that I am part of a divine work and that as I look upward and turn outward, looking to God and serving those around me, I will be a force for good. Even if my words are unpolished. I need to let my heart be at peace, and go forward in faith, as there is quite some distance yet to go. I can and will continue on.

I know that the Lord accepted the Brigham City Temple as one of His holy houses, to help further the work. I know that I have a part to play. And I know that I can be at peace today, tomorrow, and for eternity as I remember Him.