Let the Spirit Direct

 Here we are in the Texas Dallas West Mission and love having the temple within a half an hour or less depending on traffic.  We have been taking advantage of that face and have attended once or twice each week.  

I've had some great insights in the last week.  I am in awe of our Father in Heaven who thought it so important that we have the right to choose that He banished one third of His children.  That thought makes me sad.  I cannot imagine the anguish that a parent would feel in having to do that.  He wanted us to choose Him!  Lucifer's idea of how to accomplish things would have taken away our ability to choose.

The second insight was about the importance of the sacred temple garment that I wear.  President Nelson spoke about how the garment represents Jesus Christ.  As I put on that garment after a shower, I am literally putting on Jesus Christ!  How can I not be safe from the adversary if I keep that in mind?  Writing it down somehow doesn't have the same feel as what's in my mind and heart. 

Having been a temple worker in our cozy St. Paul Minnesota temple, I know that we as workers need to keep our voices down.  After all, this is the Lord's house and we need to ensure the patrons have access to the spirit of revelation.  At times, I have been too loud but try my best to always whisper especially when speaking to the other workers.  I know we get excited to talk to those whom we love and it is easy to get louder than we should.

On Saturday, we attended the temple and did some sealings and then an endowment.  I love the messages I am receiving there.  While I was folding my sacred ceremonial clothing, I could hear some sisters talking quite loudly.  I have noticed this in the previous times I've attended.  The workers are not as quiet as they should be.  I don't know what they were saying as I wasn't listening.  I was thinking, "Someone should tell them to shut it."  I determined it wasn't my responsibility.  Then the thought came back to me and I recognized it as the Spirit telling me that I should tell them.  

As I walked back to the dressing room, there was one sisters standing alone and I knew it wasn't her.  I walked a few more steps and noticed three women standing in the doorway of the dressing area and they were talking with one another.  Still too loud.  I walked up to them and said, "I don't mean to offend, but you are a bit loud." Or something of that nature.  One of them turned to me and said, "Thank you."  I wasn't sure what response I would get but that sure wasn't it.  

How grateful I am for the Spirit to guide my thoughts and words.  

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