Maybe a month ago I had signed up to help clean the Mesa, AZ temple while they were closed during the summer. I don't remember if the kids were sick or if we just got busy, but I was just about to flake out and not go and just stay with my family and put the kids to bed. (I'm thinking someone was sick or super grumpy that night) Luckily, my friend Natalia called to see if I was going. She had signed up to and didn't really know that I was going, but her sister mentioned it to her, so she called to see if I was going so she would know someone when she got there. Well, where ever it was that we were, we rushed home and I got ready in time, and she came and picked me up.... anyway... Natalia and I ended up cleaning in different areas... I got to clean and shine the chandelier in the Celestial room. It was a huge ladder and a lot of crystal and it was just gorgeous. I spent the whole 2 hours just cleaning that one amazing fixture. In the room with me were a lot of other women and some brethren from different cities in the valley. A few were from a ward in Chandler, some from Mesa I think. Anyway, I just worked quietly and some of them who knew each other talked about just normal stuff. Life, callings, struggles... nothing too weird, and definitely nothing inappropriate... but it was just weird being in such a sacred place, the Celestial room, where you normally whisper, and there we were, just talking out loud like normal.... some of them explaining different experiences, frustrations, friends of friends happenings.... anyway. I just kept listening and then a thought popped into my head, "I wonder what the Sisters talked about 90 years ago as they built and cleaned this temple?" Immediately after having that thought I could hear in my mind the song "Come, come ye Saints" and I could hear many voices singing it. I don't think anyone could hear me, but I started to hum along. I just felt this amazing impression that the Saints and sisters would have been singing reverently as they cleaned. I felt a very strong impression that we were not alone there cleaning. It may seem silly to some, but it was special to me to feel this. My patriarchal blessing says that I will have spiritual experiences in the temple and to share them with my children. Chris and I never make it to the temple very often. Usually when we do make it its closed or one of our recommends is missing or expired... that's how not-often we make it. We've taken those weird things as a sign that maybe God doesn't want to let us in... ha ha... or maybe that's what's going to happen when we get to the spirit world.... "Sorry, uh, your pass is expired." or "Sorry, we're closed early today" We've been especially bad since having kids... we're very bad. When we have gone to the temple, I usually have anxiety about being away from my kids, or I'm about to fall asleep, or mostly, I try and think way way way to hard. I try to tie everything into each other, I'm working out parallels and symbolism to try and reach some deep understanding of something in there. I guess maybe I should just relax and let the spirit speak to me what I need to hear. Well, at least it did the other day, when I wasn't trying so hard. I really want to have those experiences that I know I can have. I especially want to have them to be able to share them with my girls so they know what a special place it is and so they know they should always live their lives worthy to enter there.