His peace

This morning, I stepped into the sealing room of the temple and just felt flooded
with peace. It was calm and beautiful and the sun shone softly and warmly 
through the stained glass windows. I felt melty and joyful.

(And the fact that my dad was the sealer in my session, just made it
that much more wonderful and sweet.)

The world we live in doesn’t specialize in peace—these days especially, it can feel
like the opposite. But the temple does. It’s kind of its thing. I don’t always feel it as
strongly as I did today, but when I do, I’m just overwhelmed with the gift I'm being
given. It makes me so deeply thankful for a God that not only fills His house with
peace, but then so generously invites us inside, so we can feel it also.

I’m grateful for a morning in the temple that not only allowed me to assist in
families being sealed together forever, but also blessed me to feel a little more
confident, calm, grateful, happy and so very peaceful.

I really needed it today.

I really needed God today.

And every time I need Him, He shows up. And brings His peace.

I just can’t get over a Father that loves me that much.