Sunday, May 19, 2013
Come Into The Temple
I taught a lesson in church today about Temples and family history work. (Lorenzo Snow manual chapter 10) It's a subject near and dear to my heart as this past year I've rededicated myself to a passion that started as a little girl with my dad. We used to go to the family history library downtown and spend hours upon hours going through microfilm reels looking for names. I came home from my mission and asked the Lord in prayer what His will was for me and the answer was simple... "records."
I spent volunteer hours a the main library and took a job at the Harold B Lee Family History Library at BYU. The taught a class at my singles ward. Soon after I was married, a year later I had my first child, and family history work started to take a back burner as children and their care became forefront.
This summer while on vacation visiting Todd's parents serving their mission, we were staying in the Temple view apartments in St. George. I was doing what I love to do, reading a book, when I got the impression "stop what you are doing and go to the family history center now."
I did, and was amazed at how far the programs have come from ten years ago. Records are now all but available at your fingertips from home. So since then I have been at work gathering all I can-- photos, histories, census records and obituaries. My heart has been absolutely full with love for those that have gone before. For the legacy they have left to be discovered. I have grown closer to my living relatives and have felt the love of those ancestors who are beyond the veil, as real as if they were standing here beside me in the present. I have felt their cheering. I have felt the turning of hearts.
I've met so many living relatives I never knew were out there. I've shed tears and wept over the blessings that have come into my life since starting this journey again. I've met Ed--my new found genealogy mentor and friend, an older widow who helps me via emails back and forth to find our missing links and fill in missing pieces.
I know the Lord has played a part in each new individual who has crossed my path doing pedigrees this year.
These videos touched me today and I hope they will touch others as well. I know the work we do in the temple and in family history work is eternal. It is binding and bonding. It teaches us who we are and from whence we came. It is a labor of love.
Georgia Elias Story