Sunday again, and what a ride for me! The long hours at the temple are causing havoc in my “established thinking and doing, “ but I’ve never felt anything as marvelous as the Spirit in the baptistery. Please do let me share with you what happened on Tuesday evening.
Just before a group from a nearby stake arrived, Sister Thompson, a member of the temple presidency, asked me if I could handle preparing the young people when they arrived, all by myself! This would be my first time, and all alone! I had been mildly trained by a quiet and somewhat shy young temple worker who didn’t speak a lot of English and we all know I don’t speak Spanish – yet! I did, however, learn enough to do it and said yes. Sister Thompson replied: good! And off I went to the upstairs mezzanine, where the baptismal clothing is kept. 30 beautiful and I do mean beautiful young people came, and I began to hand out clothing – guessing as well as I could at the sizes. Ah me and oh me! I think there were 10 or more changes in the sisters before we got it right. I decided that before they come next week, I will learn how to ask them (in Spanish) to remember what size finally works, so I don’t have to do that again!
Partway through my efforts, a sister from the stake came in with her wonderful warm spirit and lovely eyes and took over part of my work. I didn’t know I was so tense, but when I saw her and Sister Thompson come in the door, my whole self breathed a sigh of relief. Then all the clothing changes began. Oh my!
Just before a group from a nearby stake arrived, Sister Thompson, a member of the temple presidency, asked me if I could handle preparing the young people when they arrived, all by myself! This would be my first time, and all alone! I had been mildly trained by a quiet and somewhat shy young temple worker who didn’t speak a lot of English and we all know I don’t speak Spanish – yet! I did, however, learn enough to do it and said yes. Sister Thompson replied: good! And off I went to the upstairs mezzanine, where the baptismal clothing is kept. 30 beautiful and I do mean beautiful young people came, and I began to hand out clothing – guessing as well as I could at the sizes. Ah me and oh me! I think there were 10 or more changes in the sisters before we got it right. I decided that before they come next week, I will learn how to ask them (in Spanish) to remember what size finally works, so I don’t have to do that again!
Partway through my efforts, a sister from the stake came in with her wonderful warm spirit and lovely eyes and took over part of my work. I didn’t know I was so tense, but when I saw her and Sister Thompson come in the door, my whole self breathed a sigh of relief. Then all the clothing changes began. Oh my!