I marveled at its spires. My little girl fantasy of princesses and castles presented a modern day fairy tale of the life I would some day lead. It was my temple, the Salt Lake Temple, and someday my dreams would come true.
I thought about those feelings as I preparing my Relief Society lesson. I taught last week: "Chapter 10: Come into the Temples" and I made this sketchnote that I refered to during the lesson. It was so helpful for me as my mind was a little fuzzy from being my first time out of the house since my surgery. I was experiencing a little censory overload and fatiuged. However I was so grateful to be a church again and I loved preparing for my lesson.
Since those first moments I have always had a kinship to the Salt Lake Temple, my ancestors helped build it (one example here). I was married within it's walls, as were my parents and my grandparents. Generations of families have been linked with the sacred ordinances that take place each day.
It's my temple. I feel possessive about it, not because I think no one else should enter in, but because I have had such sacred and special expereinces that have blessed and changed my life.
However, I rarely visit my temple these days. Instead I worship in the Bountiful Temple a little closer to home and although I have been within it's walls hunderds of times I have had a hard time feeling a connection to this temple until the big boys sealing. This beautiful temple suddenly became mine. A sacred place that I would always cherish and a place that I yearn to go.
I thought about these feelings as I decided to start a new project (I hardly need a new one, but I started it none the less). I drew a simple outline sketch of the Bountiful Temple and I'm going to create a simple book of all the temples I have been able to be in and record a few of the special experiences and feelings I had within the walls, making it my temple.
It's going to be a slow project, I can't imagine I would get more than one temple done a month and the sketches are just that sketches, nothing fancy. If you are intersted in something more dimensional I noticed this designer had some lovely digital images available. I printed this first page on a old 6.5" x 9.75" Rusty Pickle album (they are no longer in business sorry) that I've had in my storage bin.