Ironically enough, that very day I had just finished writing a song called “A Place To Heal”, a song about the temple. I told my dad I wrote a song about the hospital and he thought that was funny! Indeed, the hospital was where he needed to be for healing, and the temple was where I was reminded that whatever happens, we were a forever family. Because of the temple, it was all going to be okay.
I find that as I serve by doing temple work for others who have passed on, it’s like I am a volunteer in a hospital helping others to receive their spiritual treatments. These treatments come in the form of covenant making and further light and knowledge. I am taught by the Great Physician how to better care for my soul and diagnosed of my spiritual ailments.
Because it’s a quiet place where the Lord dwells, but also a place that requires my time and effort, it’s a healing combination. As I visited my father in the hospital during that three-week period of time, I reflected many times on this topic. Besides a “place to seal” it’s a “place to heal”; both incredible gifts in our lives.
When Nephi, in the Book of Mormon, was asked by the Lord to build a ship, he was told to “…Arise, and get thee into the mountain…”. (1 Nephi 17:7) “And I, Nephi, did go into the mount oft, and did pray oft unto the Lord; wherefore the Lord showed unto me great things.” (1 Nephi 18:3) It was there, where he was away from his murmuring family, from all distractions, that he was taught and instructed.
As a wife and mother, I appreciate so greatly a place I can go to heal my heart, to fill my well, and come home ready to jump back in the game. I can escape the murmurings of the world, the noise and confusion, leave it outside and step into a part of Heaven. The temple is the EV (eternal value) treatment for my spirit veins. It rejuvenates and rehydrates my thirsting soul and fills me with His living water.
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