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Today, Hope Lives

A couple weeks ago, Frit and I took a tour through the new Oquirrh Mountain LDS (Mormon) Temple. I’ve never been in a temple that wasn’t spectacularly awe-inspiring and this one was no different in its own special, unique ways (I loved the decor with the bright pink poppies splashed in with all the whites and creams!). I’ve also never left a temple without being moved to personal spiritual heights. Upon this particular visit I was reminded of a journal entry from 2005.

November 25: My friend Alicia and I went to an early temple session today at the Jordan River Temple before going in to work. We talked and laughed (quietly of course) about how we often vacillate between discouragement and hope as we watch all the couples coming and going, at the temple.

Well. This morning, like I said, it was kind of an emotional session, especially towards the end as I thought about how badly I wanted to enter into the presence of the Lord, in so many figurative and literal ways, but knowing that I don’t have all the answers to do so on my own. But there comes a point where I can’t go any further without the hand of the Lord resting upon me and prompting me beyond my own abilities and knowledge … But also knowing that that is the whole purpose for going to the Lord … to momentarily breach the line between heaven and earth and receive the answers I need.

As I walked into what we call the celestial room (a room that symbolizes coming into the presence of God) for my own quiet contemplation, I looked to my left and there, in the chairs beside me, was this dear old couple, somewhere in their 70s, wrinkled, age-spotted, rounder I’m sure than when they first met, shoulders hunched under years of life, eyes closed, each praying, and their hands–their hands quietly intertwined on the chair arm in between them–his thumb rested on top of her hand with a visible sense of tenderness coupled with fierce protection. I watched them pray. I watched for a long time. And then I watched them leave.

And today, for me, there was no vacillation. Today, there was no discouragement. Today, my hope lives and its life is light.

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  1. Thank you for sharing this. It brought to me many tender memories of the hand of the Lord in my life and finding answers. Hope is an important part of my life. Thanks Kristafer! I love you!

  2. I want one!! I've been on the perfect BF watch hunt for a while now. If you go to anywhere they do leather work or fix jewelry, they should be able to do it in 5 minutes.xoxo, Ashley

  3. “you cannot correlate that presumpt early move with any mtDNA clade”. You can really. How about Y-hap C with mtDNA N and Y-hap F with mtDNA M? “That must mean a founder effect”. But why C and F? Why not a spread of C-T minus the DE haplogroup eventually breaking up and becoming fixed in two different populations? South central haplo. “People migrate and genes merge. Some traces will be left. Some will be lost due to genocide”. Completely true but not necessarily through genocide. How about drift and selection?

  4. Ok, unsere Geschmäcker unterscheiden sich grundsätzlich, ich fand das alte Theme… pottenhässlich Ist ja kein Weltuntergang. Ich würde ja nur die mobile Schrift vergrößern bzw. die Skalierungsschritte kleiner machen. ich schaue mal was sich so machen lässt. Wie groß hättest Du es denn gern? Tust Du es etwa nicht?

  5. Voi kuule, määhän ostin suorat housut jo monta viikkoa sitten, uuden mustan bleiserin ja vielä kauluspaitojakin. :DNuo ei oo vielä mittään viimeisimmän aikuisostokseni rinnalla. :D

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