Last night we watched the weathermen on three different news channels warn the masses of the eminent wind storm...they were predicting gale force winds similar to hurricanian (my new made-up word) rates of 80 to 100 mph. We pulled in the wreaths and patio furniture and secured as much as we could in preparation. The night time winds woke me up with the howling and banging, and the morning carpool run was impeded by non working stop lights, roaming tumbleweeds and flying gangs of leaves. As I drove towards Jody's house, I passed many toppled fir trees, their thin layer of root systems sprawled out heavenward. A classic lesson on the importance of establishing deep, substantial roots came to mind and I made a mental note to share this with my daughter when I picked her up at school later today. The power was out at Jody's house, and we contemplated on whether or not the power would be out at the temple. We decided to go forward with our morning plans of attending the temple. When we arrived, it was a lot more quiet than it normally is, but the temple was definitely open and functioning, albeit with the help of back up generators. With the soft glow of half light, we entered the temple to the warm smiles of greeting from the temple workers. It was business as usual, despite a few improvisations, and as I received the names I would be performing ordinances for, I had the sweet confirmation enter my heart that there was indeed power at the temple...not the electrical kind, but the highest form possible, the power that comes from our loving Father in Heaven in the form of the Holy Priesthood. I was so glad that we went this morning, despite the inconveniences that accompanied this high wind storm. I know that it made a difference for me today, as well as for Maria, Emelia, Elsa, and Sophia.
