
Last Saturday as a family we went to the beautiful Seattle Temple to honor some of our family that have gone on before us and give them the opportunity to accept or reject the true gospel of our Savior, Jesus Christ. I was privileged to be baptized for 30 women that went before me. After 20 names, the Temple recorder asked me how I felt, and if I felt like doing more. I told him that absolutely I would do more, that I would do as many as needed to be done.
So my brother-in-law, Geoff, continued dunking me under that warm water 10 more times. I can only hope that all 30 will accept the true gospel, but at least I know that my part was done for them.
I've always wondered if the people having the work done for them really do come and take part with us while we're getting wet for them, since they no longer have a physical body. I'd like to think so. I do know that when I did the work for my Aunt Harriett a few years back that I felt her with me. Grandma Helen, when I told her this, was shocked that Aunt Harriett was receptive to the Gospel, since in life she wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. But I had always felt a special kinship to her because as a young girl I remember meeting her and then when she got a new carpet, I got it in my bedroom in the downstairs room in the house in Edmonds. It was that green carpet, and I loved it. Who knew my sentimentality would continue into forcing me to do family history work? Funny how the cycle goes on and on, isn't it?
Anyway, after the baptisms finished and we were dressed in our street clothes and walking to our cars to go home (at 10:00 p.m., I might add!), I was awestruck with the breathtaking beauty that is the Lord's House. I took some pictures, but none really turned out well except for the Nativity, which you see. I tried to get the fountain with the lights shining on it, but it didn't come out. Darn! It was so pretty.
I love my family, past, present and future, and hope that all will join in the graet Celestial Room of Heaven with our Father.