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Sacred Moments

If I'm not too tired after work, I often take a stoll around Temple Square. As I do, I can't help but think about how blessed I am to be a member of this church. My wanderings usually lead me to a bench in the southwest corner, from which I have a view of the Assembly Hall, Tabernacle, Conference Center, Salt Lake Temple, Joseph Smith Memorial Building, and several statues of pioneers. As I sit, I think about my purpose in life and what I can do to be a better disciple of Christ. When my ponderings are done, I take a picture, say a prayer, and resolve once again to do all I can to build the Kingdom of God. These are sacred moments, for in them I am given a witness that I truly am a child of God.
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