Being August 16th in Mesa, it was a warm 6:20 a.m., and humidity hummed in the air. The insects hummed too. Lots of 'em, all loving on the colorful temple flowers. And I'm sure the two couples taking wedding pictures there were humming, too--love songs, in their heads.
So I sat and walked and be'd at the temple, just like I wanted to. It was nice. Very nice.
The highlight, though, was when I decided to walk in front of the visitor's center and take a peek inside. I'd been a little disappointed earlier when I saw on the door that it didn't open until 9:00, but I thought I'd go over and check it out anyway. And indeed--the curtains were open, and I could see the Christus standing in all of its splendor against the backdrop of endless creation.
It kind of felt like me standing before the Savior Himself. Here I am. Is this what it would feel like to be before Him in real life? I took my outfit into account and decided I would feel comfortable wearing it if the Lord were there. Of course, it wasn't the nicest of things, but it looked alright.
Conveniently, I'd decided to read in 3 Nephi 11 as I was sitting in front of the temple. To feel the prints in the Christus' hands, to imagine they were really His…
I was stepping about, looking out at the Easter Pageant lawn, back at the visitor's center, back toward the lawn. And that's when I discovered it: in this spot, this spot…HERE, I could see the reflection of the lawn in the visitor's center windows, and the Christus standing majestically behind them, but not myself. Me in my flowery skirt and worn sandals had disappeared behind the window casing. And it looked like this.
Apart from being an amazing image of the Savior against the backdrop of His world, the picture in the window (sans myself) reminded me of this song:
Window to His Love
Good song, huh?
It was a very personal, spiritual moment for me, and a powerful reminder of what I need to do so I can better be a window to His love.
