Sacred days

When I look at the birth date of this wonderful ancestor of mine, it makes me emotional.

 Last week, I was able to complete three of the temple ordinances for this relative and this
morning, I had the opportunity to finish the last one. It has been almost five hundred years
since Elizabeth Holland was born. I don't know exactly when she passed away, but even
without that exact year, there is no question she has been waiting hundreds of years for her
temple work to be done. It was such an honor to be a proxy for her last week and today.

And without sharing things that were only meant for my heart, I will just say that my
gratitude for my earthly father and my Father in Heaven feels overwhelming to me
tonight. They both allowed me the privilege of experiencing what I did on these sacred
days and I am so thankful. The gospel of Jesus Christ holds so much joy. And God loves
His children (on both sides of the veil) beyond what I could ever comprehend. But on
days like today, I catch a small glimpse of that love and it leaves me a bit breathless.