Impressions
Last night I had the opportunity to work at the temple. Being a holiday weekend, it was very quiet. There were patrons, but very few. It seemed there were just enough to keep us in line, but not so many that we did not have time to think, ponder, and pray.
At one point, I found myself at the East Recommend desk. I don't know how many of you have been to the Oquirrih Mountain Temple, so I will do my best to describe it. The desk has a perfect view out front side of the temple. Being such a beautiful day, I was able to see across the valley and beyond. The skies were a deep blue that highlighted the dark greens and browns of the Wasatch Mountains on the opposite side of the valley. From my view point, I was able to watch the spires of water bouncing in the crystal clear fountain with this a fore mentioned scenery in the background. It was mesmerizing.
In the foyer of the temple, we have a vivid painting that was done a mountain tops. It appears that the artist found himself on the outskirts of a quaking aspen grove. He looks north from grove to the entrance of a majestic forest and higher peaks of the mountain setting.
To the south, we find the artist or another artist at the other end of the small grove of aspens and looking down a rolling valley that appears to roll into a small river and the rise to more majestic peaks.
As I looked from north to east to south my mind was suddenly filled with 1 Nephi 8. I found myself at the head of a fountain. The impression was that the fountain described was not the only fountain in the great and spacious field. It was more of a way station. As I turned, I could see the faint glow of an iron rod winding in and out of the aspens and into the forest. It wound down through the valley and back up and through the peaks that lie ahead. Looking east, suddenly I found several paths that came to this fountain and continued on.
I carried this spirit with me all night. It was peaceful. I loved my place in the temple. The strength it gave me for the coming days. The idea that soon, I would be leaving the fill of the bubbling fountain, grasping the rod, and forging ahead to the next way station, stations that will some day dot the earth.
At one point, I found myself at the East Recommend desk. I don't know how many of you have been to the Oquirrih Mountain Temple, so I will do my best to describe it. The desk has a perfect view out front side of the temple. Being such a beautiful day, I was able to see across the valley and beyond. The skies were a deep blue that highlighted the dark greens and browns of the Wasatch Mountains on the opposite side of the valley. From my view point, I was able to watch the spires of water bouncing in the crystal clear fountain with this a fore mentioned scenery in the background. It was mesmerizing.
In the foyer of the temple, we have a vivid painting that was done a mountain tops. It appears that the artist found himself on the outskirts of a quaking aspen grove. He looks north from grove to the entrance of a majestic forest and higher peaks of the mountain setting.
To the south, we find the artist or another artist at the other end of the small grove of aspens and looking down a rolling valley that appears to roll into a small river and the rise to more majestic peaks.
As I looked from north to east to south my mind was suddenly filled with 1 Nephi 8. I found myself at the head of a fountain. The impression was that the fountain described was not the only fountain in the great and spacious field. It was more of a way station. As I turned, I could see the faint glow of an iron rod winding in and out of the aspens and into the forest. It wound down through the valley and back up and through the peaks that lie ahead. Looking east, suddenly I found several paths that came to this fountain and continued on.
I carried this spirit with me all night. It was peaceful. I loved my place in the temple. The strength it gave me for the coming days. The idea that soon, I would be leaving the fill of the bubbling fountain, grasping the rod, and forging ahead to the next way station, stations that will some day dot the earth.
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