3.21.2010

I Love to See the Temple

This is a story that my Dad likes to tell:

When I was about three, he took me to a park that was close to our house.  He says that I was having the time of my life on the playground, until I decided to go down the slide on my stomach.  As you can imagine, it didn't end very well as I came off of the slide.  I don't remember if I cried or not, but I do remember him saying that I decided it was time to take a break.  So I went over to a bench, and sat on it backwards, with my legs poking through the space in the back.  Then, as I was feeling sorry for my little three year-old self, I looked up, noticed the temple, and started to sing, "I love to see the temple; I'm going there someday..."

How precious (and a little embarrassing).  I'm so glad that my parents taught me primary songs when I was young, and more importantly, to love the temple.  I've always kept that love for the temple and developed a desire to be there as much as I can.  As I was reading the Ensign today, it told a couple stories of people who were able to go to the temple only a few times during their life due to expenses of travel.  How blessed we are to be able to go so frequently! The temple really is a special place, and I still feel a sense of wonder whenever I see this piece of heaven on earth.  Temples are miracles and we are truly blessed to have them.



2 comments:

Ron Welch said...

So you went shooting head first off the slide and landed on your belly knocking the breath out of you. When I came over to check on you, you said (without much volume and in a breathy voice) "I'm okay" and staggered away from me. that's when I decided to give you some time.

I'm glad that you still love to see the temple.

Katherine said...

Thanks Dad. :]