It has been months that I have been waiting
to hear from the first presidency concerning our sealing in the temple - my wife’s
and mine.
Actually it was less that two
weeks from the time it was actually sent off to them. (Stake president goofed, more info was
needed, My wife's former mother in law from hell who still is from hell made trouble and lied on official
paperwork) With all said and done it was
two weeks and four days from when the Bishop sent off the last email.
And, yes. My wife and I can get sealed in the temple. So, we will have a little party.
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| Like either one of us is this skinny... |
Some of my friends who are not LDS immediately
grab on to how unfair it was that there was such a log wait. I certainly understand their feeling. Most of them are expressing a little empathy, and I appreciate that. There were several hoops to jump through that
miffed me a little.
But, most of the problem for me may have been being
disgruntled that they didn't hear my name and ask how high. Reality check; I am just like everyone else
it would seem -- lesson learned number
one.
Lesson two; Being sealed is important
enough to me that I was willing to jump through a few hoops.
Third lesion, My stake president is a
human, and he works in a building made by other humans, and all of have agency
and choices and layers of understanding or mis-understanding and the gospel is
for all of us, even the ones who forget to send e-mails. That is my way of
saying the every-day people in the church are fallible.
That doesn't shake my testimony.
Forth lesson: I would have survived if the answer had been no. The no would have been accompanied by a why, certainly, and I would have done my best to adjust whatever may have been needed, but I would have accepted a no and would have done my best to turn it into a yes, because this girl is the one.
And I’m gonna marry that girl.
