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Beautiful post, Jewels. Beautiful temple. Beautiful testimony.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a gorgeous and moving post, Jewels. I apologize for interrupting it with a fit of snorting, shaking giggles over your caption on the picture of you and your husband.
ReplyDeleteWhew. I thought I was the only one. I gotta believe God has a grand sense of humor, right? He gave us Jewels.
DeleteAw, thanks. I believe He has a sense of humor, too.
DeleteI love that you have a place where you feel the wholeness of your spirit. That's a beautiful and precious gift.
ReplyDeleteOh, and like TL, I giggled at that caption, too. :OD
It is a gift. I like that you describe it that way. It makes me grateful for those who share their talents to build such beautiful places.
DeleteIt's beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI love the openness with which you share your faith. Thank you for that. The temple is beautiful. It is hard not to be struck with an immediate sense of peace just seeing it.
ReplyDeleteDespite the fact that I am not religous in any way, I find churches, temples and other religious buildings fascinating expressions of faith--often they are architectural marvels, but there's something more there, too I think. The comfort of faith and fellowship that so many have felt (or will feel) there seems to linger in the very walls.
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