On our way to see my mom for Christmas this year, Mike and I stopped at some church historical sites. Lately, I feel as though Christianity is a minority and we're the 'bad guy' for believing that marriage is between a man and a woman, and that abortion is bad, and that Caitlyn Jenner is NOT a hero. I'm so sad that I have to live in this modern world where things are so messed up. I wished I would've lived in the early days, but then again things were probably even worse back then. I don't know that I would've been strong enough to stand against mobs. I try to subtly post things once in a while on my Instagram, because that is where I have the most non-church friends. I try to share the Gospel by being an example mostly. I try not to get into discussion about LGBTs, I feel like that is not the time and place to be sharing my religion. Yet, at the same time I feel guilty for not doing so. I know we should fear God more than people, yet sometimes I feel so weak and lonely standing up by myself. I feel that as I grow older it's easier to stand alone, and not care what people think. During school this year I decided that it was better to only have 1 or 2 friends, than to go with the current and do what every one else is doing. It's hard sometimes, but little things like visiting Brigham Young's home always give me a little boost.
I wish I would've blogged about this right after it happened. I remember feeling such a sweet spirit even before walking in.
When we got there our tour guide started giving us a tour and had to leave right at the beginning. The guy that traded him in was so down to earth. He really made our experience that much better.
As we walked through the rooms I could really feel the spirit testify to me that the things he was telling us were true. This room belonged to Brigham Young's last wife. She was a nurse. The tour guide said he might've married her so she could take care of him as he was sick in his last years.
I remember him telling us a story about that treasure chest at the bottom. He said that his wife wanted a special chest that was rounded on top because that way when they traveled, they couldn't pack anything on top of it. They always had to put it at the very top. Because of that, it stayed in great condition. I thought that was clever of her. Smart gal.
This was Brigham Young's room. It had a place where people could sit and talk to him since it was hard for him to get up and down the stairs due to his arthritis.
I couldn't figure out how to rotate this picture on my mom's computer. But, the view gave me shills. Brigham Young used to look out this window to see the process of the temple. You can feel such a great presence standing there, I could almost see him staring out the window.
Such a beautiful home. I love old houses I think they are so beautiful and unique. I wish I could afford and Victorian style home. There's so much character in old houses and I love the stories behind them.
After Brigham Young's home we headed to the Tabernacle. A lady gave us a tour. I loved that she pointed out all the small details.
These free standing stairs were amazing.
Every time I'm in an old church building, I am in awe that they were built by hand. They're so beautiful and perfect I can't even imagine all the work that went into making them.
Owls on top of the light fixtures
G's on the lantern under the candles to signify St. George.
I'm so glad we decided to take a little detour here. My testimony grew a little stronger listening to how people worked so hard to build this church . Maybe that's why I was born at this time, I don't think I would've made a very good pioneer woman, I would've whined too much.
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