This morning I went to the temple. I didn't plan very well. I just missed the 9 am session.
I didn't want to rush and miss the peace.
I was one of the first in the assembly room for the 10 am session. I picked up the Bible and read the story Jacob and Leah and Rachel. To me it is so sad. Poor Leah -- in a life long competition with her younger, prettier sister. I don't think she ever came out on top.
As the time came to move into the session, I looked and was surprised to see the assembly room full. Full of people in white with clear, happy faces.
There were 5 or 6 groups that were there. So being one of the first in, I was one of the last out.
I don't know why I get irritated at stuff like that.
I told myself to settle down and enjoy the temple.
I managed to, it was a fleeting irritation.
It turned to wonder as the temple workers rose to the happy challenge of a full session in the Idaho Falls Temple.
Those session rooms are huge, and they had to bring in extra chairs.
I am ashamed of the moment of irritation, but so grateful for the wonder and peace of seeing so many dedicated people in the same place.
I am grateful for the time to meditate and ponder and pray.
I do love to see the temple. ;)