One of my most influential and faith building moments was the night I spent at the Mesa temple with my sweet Papa! I must have been around 5 or 6 and can so clearly feel, hear and smell the beautiful grounds of the temple. I remember it being a hot Sunday evening. Walking hand in hand with you Papa was such a comforting and peaceful experience. We looked and enjoyed each beautiful flower. I can still smell the sweet fragrances and see their beautiful patterns and colors. We looked at the temple itself, and you pointed out the significance of the symbolic shapes and details. We noticed a door with no handle on it representing our need to knock and seek answers. I remember the beauty of the spirit that day. I know it was my first real taste of the glorious feelings of the spirit. In my head was the tune and lyrics of "I love to see the temple". The is still one of my favorite hymns to this day. For me this memory has caused such stabilizing and nurturing spiritual strength. I love the forethought that was taken by my loving Father to help his little girl have a wonderful experience with the temple. It is the source of truth, light, peace and love! Thanks dear Papa for your love and testimony. You are Cherished!
Wendy
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