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Monday, January 18, 2010
Where I Want To Be
So, this afternoon, I had a little time that I was able to go to Temple Square on my own and walk around a bit. This was SO nice, because usually I'm so distracted by the 3 small ones that I can't actually take time to focus on my surroundings. I did a fair amount of thinking while I was there.
First I went to the top of the Conference Center, and immediately I made a goal to go there for the next General Conference. This is something I have always wanted to do. I'm going to make that happen this year. I'm SO excited for April!
I stopped at the statues of Joseph Smith and Hyrum receiving the priesthood. The artist who sculpted that captured the peace in Joseph's face so well. It made me think in my own life, how many times have I wanted a blessing and not asked for one? I never asked my dad for one while he was alive, and I am wishing I had. I don't know why I didn't. Was I embarrassed? Prideful? I just don't know. I think at the time I probably harbored a lot of resentment for things he did while I was a kid. The anger I felt for the hurt he caused us. I wish I could have let that go a lot sooner than just before he died. I missed out on knowing so much of who he was. I think the last time I received any kind of a blessing was when I would be set apart for different callings in Young Women....soooo.....that's been about 10 or more years. Yikes. I have been blessed in so many ways by worthy priesthood holders. Through their love and devotion to service, through their selfless work in church callings..... I am so blessed. And so grateful.
I also spent time at the statue of the pioneers with the handcart and the two kids. Everything they owned in the world fit into that little cart. Everything they believed in lay before them, through trial and pain, heartache and hardship. Whether they made the journey with their health in tact or perished on the trail, they fought for what they believed in and didn't care what the world thought of them. They sacrificed all they had for all they wanted to be. My trials are so simplistic and almost laughable in comparison. I can hardly call them trials. No matter what, somewhere in the world, someone has gone through so much more than I can dream of bearing. I have so much admiration and respect for those that continue to fight for themselves and don't give up. There is always hope, there is always strength to be found.
There was a couple there, standing at the reflection pool, staring up at the temple together. They were holding hands, and the guy was stroking the woman's face. They looked so content to just be there with each other. It made me realize that there's a big part I'm missing out on. I know that sounds weird and totally not like me. I've had to be so independent for so long, I've convinced myself that I don't need to be married. I'm better off single. Which, knowing my history with relationships and the guys who seem to be the only ones to pursue me, I am TOTALLY better off single. But, it would be nice to have someone who actually wanted to go to the temple with me. To be a part of my family. I'm sure it's a long ways off still, but for the first time I see myself truly wanting that more than anything.
I've come a long ways. I've got a long ways to go, but I'm facing the right direction. And for the first time in a long time, I'm taking the necessary steps to continue along that path. :)
First I went to the top of the Conference Center, and immediately I made a goal to go there for the next General Conference. This is something I have always wanted to do. I'm going to make that happen this year. I'm SO excited for April!
I stopped at the statues of Joseph Smith and Hyrum receiving the priesthood. The artist who sculpted that captured the peace in Joseph's face so well. It made me think in my own life, how many times have I wanted a blessing and not asked for one? I never asked my dad for one while he was alive, and I am wishing I had. I don't know why I didn't. Was I embarrassed? Prideful? I just don't know. I think at the time I probably harbored a lot of resentment for things he did while I was a kid. The anger I felt for the hurt he caused us. I wish I could have let that go a lot sooner than just before he died. I missed out on knowing so much of who he was. I think the last time I received any kind of a blessing was when I would be set apart for different callings in Young Women....soooo.....that's been about 10 or more years. Yikes. I have been blessed in so many ways by worthy priesthood holders. Through their love and devotion to service, through their selfless work in church callings..... I am so blessed. And so grateful.
I also spent time at the statue of the pioneers with the handcart and the two kids. Everything they owned in the world fit into that little cart. Everything they believed in lay before them, through trial and pain, heartache and hardship. Whether they made the journey with their health in tact or perished on the trail, they fought for what they believed in and didn't care what the world thought of them. They sacrificed all they had for all they wanted to be. My trials are so simplistic and almost laughable in comparison. I can hardly call them trials. No matter what, somewhere in the world, someone has gone through so much more than I can dream of bearing. I have so much admiration and respect for those that continue to fight for themselves and don't give up. There is always hope, there is always strength to be found.
There was a couple there, standing at the reflection pool, staring up at the temple together. They were holding hands, and the guy was stroking the woman's face. They looked so content to just be there with each other. It made me realize that there's a big part I'm missing out on. I know that sounds weird and totally not like me. I've had to be so independent for so long, I've convinced myself that I don't need to be married. I'm better off single. Which, knowing my history with relationships and the guys who seem to be the only ones to pursue me, I am TOTALLY better off single. But, it would be nice to have someone who actually wanted to go to the temple with me. To be a part of my family. I'm sure it's a long ways off still, but for the first time I see myself truly wanting that more than anything.
I've come a long ways. I've got a long ways to go, but I'm facing the right direction. And for the first time in a long time, I'm taking the necessary steps to continue along that path. :)
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