Saturday, December 28, 2013

          The last three days have been the busiest we have seen since being here.  I love it when we see the patrons returning for consecutive sessions and consecutive days, and love participating with them in one aspect of temple work after another.  They become fast friends, and the smiles of recognition and warm hugs express the unspoken bonds created in the joy of doing temple work for them and their families in the Lord’s holy house.

          As I finished assisting one sister after a fairly lengthy routine, she stood in place and started telling me about something in Spanish.  I tried so hard to understand her words, but understood her feelings better.   I placed my hand on her arm as tears started and she cried as she finished sharing.  All I could do was listen with my heart and then embrace her.  She hugged me tight at length, and then recovered, dried her tears, and we parted with smiles.  It was a short encounter and may seem insignificant, but it was a tender moment that gave the day something special for me—and for her, too, I hope.