This past Sunday, I had the humbling opportunity to sit in the Celestial Room for the 10th Session of the Draper Utah Temple Dedication. I have thought over and over this week about how to adequately express my feelings about this experience…but fear that despite my efforts, it will be impossible to describe the magnitude of what I felt. So please bear with me as I at least attempt to share, in some way, my feelings about what was, without question, the most spiritual experience of my life to date.
Before we even entered the Celestial Room on Sunday, I was already touched by the Spirit as I looked around and saw every single member of my family, their spouses, my grandma (Dad’s mom) and 5 of my nephews and nieces that were over the age of 8 and able to attend the Dedication with us. All of us were together – in the House of the Lord. Such a blessing. Since Dad spoke in this session, he and Mom went ahead of us into the Celestial Room and Dad ended up coming for all us shortly before the session began. As we walked into the Celestial Room, Mom greeted all of us at the door, tears streaming down her cheeks as she hugged each one of us…we were all there. No empty chairs at our table that day.
Inside of the Celestial Room, there were only handfuls already seated, no more than 100 total, including us. It was a full room, so we had to fill in the seats that were vacant, leaving me to sit by a nice gentleman and Chas to sit next to all of the members of the Temple Presidency, dressed in beautiful white. We only had a short time to wait until President Monson & President Eyring entered the Celestial Room and sat mere footsteps from where I sat. I am at a loss…I don’t know how to express to you what I am even feeling right now just recalling that moment. But the closest I can come, is to say that at that very instant, my heart very literally burned and tears flowed down my cheeks. My love and respect for these wonderful men is so great, that I naturally assumed that my emotions were a direct result of being so close to them. And without a doubt, I know that was a large part of it. However, at that moment, for whatever reason, the thought came to me, “It’s okay Heather, your Heavenly Father knows you and loves you…” And that was it…such a simple thought as our dear Prophet and his Counselor entered the room. With their presence, they brought a Spirit and a message just for me. Whether that message was directly from the Spirit or a reminder from myself of something that I knew to be true, I don’t know. But either way, it was a blessing to me at that time.
Lately, I have felt a complete happiness that I have never felt before. However, there are still things that I wrestle with every now and again. In the midst of the journey I have taken the past year to rediscover who I am and improve my overall health and well-being, there are brief moments of confusion, not knowing truly who I am and who I want to be. That has been so frustrating for me, even though I know that it is all part of the process of finding the “old me” that I loved so much and mingling it with the parts of an older and wiser “me” to be someone that I am truly happy to be. And I am on my way…it’s just those few moments that I feel slightly overwhelmed. So to hear those few simple words that may seem so generic to anyone else, really struck me. “It’s okay Heather, your Heavenly Father knows you and loves you…” Sometimes I am not completely sure WHO I am entirely….but on Sunday, I was reminded that my HEAVENLY FATHER knows who I am. And not only does He know me, but He loves me - as I was, as I am now and as I will be.
To hear the voice of the Prophet at arms length is something that I will not soon forget….if ever. The last time that I met President Monson was when I was 13, when Dad was set apart as a Mission President to serve over the Hamburg, Germany Mission. But that was different. I was young and still learning who I was and trying to find my own testimony of the Gospel. It was, without a doubt, a wonderful experience to meet President Monson 17 years ago. But now, my testimony, MY very own testimony, burns so deep inside of me that I cannot for a moment deny the truthfulness of the Gospel. I have witnessed too much and see the Lord’s hand in my life too many times to deny it. And so on Sunday, as I sat in the presence of our Prophet, my chest tightened and my heart burned to such a degree that it felt like I would explode. And I gained a witness right then and there, confirming my own testimony, that this IS the Lord’s true Church and this man IS a true Prophet of God.
And now for a moment, a few words about the choir. Visibly, it was a choir of 30. But there were NOT 30 singing on Sunday. From the first note of the first song, I knew that there were more than just 30 voices. If you were to close your eyes, you would have thought that there were at LEAST hundreds singing. And the voices were perfection…heavenly perfection. Music has always spoken to me…often more so than listening to speakers sometimes. This music was like none I have ever heard before. It literally took my breath away. And I know I wasn’t the only one, since at the end of each song, you could hear the soft sound of everyone letting out a breath as if it had suddenly been restored to them. I joked afterwards with Chas that it must have been “Heavenly acoustics,” but looking back, I’m not so sure that is so far off from the truth. Words cannot adequately describe the power of the music and the Spirit that was there in that room, as I am convinced that a Heavenly chorus joined in with that Temple Dedication Choir.
What a blessing to be sitting together as a family in the Celestial Room of the Temple, in the very near presence of the Prophet, feeling the Spirit more powerful that I have ever experienced, and to be able to hear Dad speak there – and share a talk that was, without a doubt, prepared with the Spirit. I asked my Dad if he would be okay with me sharing his talk from the 10th Session of the Draper Utah Temple Dedication with you here on my blog, because I loved it so much…
“What a blessing to be here today for this dedicatory session. We have watched this temple on the hill as it has been built – and, because we live in Sandy, are now grateful that it will be “our” temple. Actually, Sister Dahlquist and I are blessed to have a number of “our” temples: The Idaho Falls Temple, because that is where we went when we were teenagers to do baptisms for the dead; the Salt Lake Temple, because that is where we were married; the Washington, D.C. temple, because we were involved in the open house for that beautiful temple; the Jordan River Temple for the last 25+ years -- and the list goes on and on ... because as we have visited many temples, a part of them becomes a part of us.
When Sister Dahlquist and I first visited this temple some weeks ago, we were impressed, as we are today, with the number of children and young men and young women who are here. This morning I would like to speak directly to you.
First, thank you for being here today. I can promise you that, as you listen to a prophet and participate in this dedicatory session, it will be an experience that will be with you for the rest of your life. And, paraphrasing the words of Elder Neal A. Maxwell, it is our prayer that as you participate in this holy dedication, you will not only briefly pass through the temple today, but will allow these dedicatory services to “pass through” or become part of you – for you have a great work to perform and need every opportunity to strengthen your testimony and knowledge of the Gospel; and every opportunity to promise to your Heavenly Father that you will keep His commandments – no matter what! Because, you see, what we become is the result of a series of experiences that shape us. It is much like our testimonies. For my testimony is not the result of one large, grandiose experience – but a series of little ones that have had a profound effect on my life – one meeting at a time, one assignment fulfilled at a time, one whispering followed, one prayer, one hymn sung, one home teaching visit made, one home teaching visit received, one scripture memorized, one good choice, one visit to the temple at a time – and the list goes on and on. And I would venture to say that it might be the same with you – all these small experiences gathered together to help prepare us for the great work that is ahead.
I can promise each of you young men and young women that the Lord has sent you here to perform a wonderful mission – and has given you the talents and opportunities to do just that – including your attendance here today. Now is the time to prepare – and to serve while you are preparing. Sometimes, as youth, we forget that the small things we do can have a profound impact in the lives of those around us. Let me give you just one example.
Early in the Savior’s ministry, he crossed the Sea of Galilee and went over into a city called Tiberius. There he climbed a hill and sat with his apostles. It was not long before he saw a large crowd of people who had come a long distance to hear him. Knowing that they must be hungry, he suggested that the disciples buy food for the people – more than 5,000 of them. One of them replied that he did not have enough money to even buy bread for that many people. At that point Peter suggested: “There is a lad here, which hath five barley loaves, and two small fishes: but what are they among so many?” --And you know the rest of the story. Jesus had the men sit down on a grassy place and took the bread and the fishes. He blessed them and then gave them to His disciples to distribute to the people that they might eat. When they were finished eating and were filled, Jesus said, “Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.” The record tells us that they gathered the bread that was left over and it filled twelve baskets. And, having just witnessed this miracle, the men that were there, without even hearing from Jesus, said, “This is of a truth that prophet that should come into the world.”
Just think what came out of the small, seemingly insignificant act of one young lad who was prepared: 5,000 were fed that they might not faint; and, more importantly, it was done by the miraculous actions of the Savior – through which those in attendance witnessed of His divine mission. As I have pondered this simple story, I have a feeling that that young lad came to hear Jesus and brought the food, without even knowing of the significance the 5 loaves and 2 small fishes would have in the lives of those in attendance. And yet, because he was prepared, 5,000 were fed – both physically and spiritually.
And it is the same with you and me. As we move through mortality, trying each day to do our best, if we are diligent in desiring to do what our Heavenly Father wants us to do, our actions will have profound effects on those around us and we will become tools in the hands of a kind Heavenly Father.
Today you will hear messages and experience feelings in your hearts that will have a profound effect in your lives in the years to come. I pray that as you listen, the messages and spirit of this day, and this dedication, will pass through your minds, and your hearts and your souls and prepare you for the great work the Lord has sent you here to perform. Part of that includes, for each of you the promise that you will return to the temple often to do baptisms for the dead; that you will one day marry a worthy companion for time and all eternity – the right person, in the right place, by the right authority; and for you young men, that you will promise TODAY, if you haven’t already, that you will serve a full time mission for the Lord – and that you will prepare every day of your life for that service. As you strive, know of our prayers for you and our faith in you.
God lives. Jesus is the Christ and this is His house. May we, each of us, be a little more prepared for the great challenges and opportunities that await us as a result of our presence in this holy temple today. For if we are prepared, we shall not fear and we shall be able to accomplish, like Nephi of old, all that God expects of us. May such be our lot, I pray. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.”
I love my Dad so much. He is one of the most Christ-like men I have ever met and I am so grateful to have the opportunity to “share” him with so many so that they can feel of His Spirit and learn from his experience, wisdom and unfailing testimony. I have always enjoyed listening to Dad speak, but to hear him speak in the Celestial Room in the Temple, in the presence of the Prophet and before such an intimate group was unlike anything….speechless.
Following Dad’s talk and a few other speakers, we had the opportunity to hear from our Prophet and listen to the Dedicatory Prayer. It was beautiful. Before the prayer, President Monson asked us to look around the beautiful room..it is truly breathtaking – nothing short of heavenly.
At the end of the Dedication, we sang “The Spirit of God.” I will be truthful when I say that I never cared much for this song….until now. The choir and our very small congregation sang together..and at the very first note, I felt like I couldn’t breathe at all. I have a pretty strong voice…and I couldn’t even hear myself. At that moment, during that song, all I could think was… “This is true!” The Spirit was so strong and WAS burning “like a fire” inside of me while we sang, and by the last verse, I was so overcome with emotion, that I couldn’t continue until the very last line. Later, I told Chas that I wished that those who didn’t know about the Gospel or those whose testimonies
were weak, could have been there in that room with us for even just a moment. No matter what the situation, there is NO WAY that you could have sat in that room and not felt the truthfulness of this Gospel. I have never felt closer to Heaven than during that hour. I have never felt my heart pound with that MUCH conviction. I know - I know with every fiber of my being that this Church is true. I cannot and never will deny it. Our Prophet IS a true Prophet of God. Temples ARE sacred and beautiful and the closest we can come here on earth to being in the presence of the Lord. And I will never forget a small and simple message, just for me – a reminder that has given me such comfort this week…the simple thought, “It’s okay Heather, your Heavenly Father knows you and loves you…” He knows who I am and He loves me. And right now, that’s all I need to know.
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