YAY for Temples!!!

I think it's really interesting how we think we know what we want and what we are becoming, but we have no idea what Heavenly Father is trying to help us become through the trials we go through. He has a greater work in mind for us, but we may have no idea.

I feel like that is kinda the case with the Provo Tabernacle! How cool is it that it's going to be a temple!! It was so sad to see such a beautiful building destroyed like that, but it's almost like Heavenly Father let it happen so that a new temple in Provo could come to be-nonetheless be at such a historic place in Provo! That is just the kinda thing that makes you wonder what Heavenly Father let's you go through so that he can make something wonderful out of you-but you have to go through the trials first.

I feel like this summed it up!

Between wondrous walls built with pioneer hands

was a palace of worship to hear God's commands.

From the front sacred music the choirs would sing,

From the pulpit the words of witnesses ring.

Prayers were felt and sermons preached

and into humble hearts they reached.

A monument to dedication rising from the bustling street

of saints who sacrificed to build a house for worship sweet.

For years it served huge populations

it’s beauty earning adoration

of those the Saints that in it served

and those not of the faith it preserved.

But mortal trial tragically brought

a ruined fate so sorely wrought.

Cruel flames did melt precious memories

that had accrued o’er recent centuries.

Though the outer walls did courageously stand

the inner was ashes that once stood so grand.

It cried to it’s King, “I have served you so well!

How could you watch as I painfully fell?

I did nothing wrong, only stood proud and tall

to welcome the saints into my halls.

I stood as a witness of the grandeur of your cause

and lifted mortal souls to more heavenly laws.

If I were in your constant watchful care,

why didn't you prevent the hurt I came to bear?

Now I stand with but a damaged border

and sorrow lining each row of my mortar.”

The King of all Kings felt the hurt of His creation

and knew the pain of its sudden deformation.

“Your service and beauty I certainly see,

you brought so many children closer to me.

You offered comfort to a sorrowing soul

you gave many hearts a place to feel whole.

Your beauty and your effort I delight to avow,

but you need to trust my purpose for you now.

I watched you endure this weight that you bore

but I allowed this pain so I could build you into more.

You’ve served as a home for worship and songs

and now you will serve a heavenly throng.

Your healing and rebuilding will make you supernal

for now you will house holy orders eternal.

You’ll be a place for endowment and sealing,

a place for baptism, learning, and healing.

You’ve been a beacon since the valley’s foundations,

and now you shall be a light for all nations.

My servent shall shine at the tip of your crown

sounding his trumpet- those lost shall be found!

I love you and wish you to reach your potential,

to be my home and house my work so celestial.

How great you shall be when your walls are once more

your hallway’s embellishments carefully restored!

Be patient and know that I watch over and care.

and am leading you to be something precious and rare.”

As a child of this King who's ways are much higher

I hope that to His will o'er mine I'll aspire.

How often have I asked why He let such things be?

When I should have dreamed what He’s making of me!