I am Going There Someday

Today was a temple day.  We did some cleaning in the morning and then after lunch headed to the temple where we stayed until it closed.

It truly is a peaceful and peace-producing place to spend the day.  I enjoy all of the ladies I serve with, and SK loves being there.  He spoke Danish in nearly all of his assignments - in fact, he is speaking more and more everywhere we go.  Even making calls (the dreaded telephone calls are the most difficult in another language) does not seem to bother him anymore.

At the end of our shift, we both changed and went into the little waiting room outside of the recommend desk.  This is the room where you hang your raincoat/winter coat and deposit your shoes before going into the main building.  We were utterly delighted to see 5 of our beautiful YSAs, hair wet from baptisms.  They all sparkled.  Their bishop was there with them.

He is a dynamic man who has more energy than anyone ought to have and seems to be perpetually in a cheerful mood.  He is funny and witty and friendly and I am sure that his ward members adore him.  He is in his 40's, is tall and dark blonde....it is easy to imagine that Joseph Smith was a little like him.  His wife and two daughters and just-barely-returned-missionary son were in the temple too....they are a beautiful family and a marvelous example for our YSAs to emulate.

The temple is wonderful.  I am grateful that we have it so close to us.  In the car, we can be there in under 15 minutes, and walking 45.  Since beginning to serve there, I have done temple work for many different ladies who lived in the last 300 years.  I would say 3/4 of the names I have done have been for women named Anna.

It always takes my thoughts to faraway Gilbert Arizona...

I have a feeling that before I know it I will be in Gilbert, dreaming of faraway Copenhagen...