I want to dedicate my whole life

Tonight Joseph and I did a session at the temple, the first one in a month or two. I'd really missed it. But beforehand, I got a really bad headache and felt super bloated because I had a big bowl of cereal because I just had to eat something. But I was still looking forward to going. I had really missed it.

And I had a great experience. One of those experiences that you get when you don't deserve it. One of the experiences you never really deserve. My experience was that I had such a tremendous, strong desire to dedicate my whole life to Heavenly Father and the Savior and the Gospel. I had never wanted it so bad. It was like I made a real choice to make the last covenant with Them, and I wanted to shout hosanna about it and raise my hands as high as I could. I couldn't express how strong I felt. I couldn't adequately show how important that covenant was to me and how sure I was that I would keep it.

I've been more emo lately, well starting today, really. I wanted to cry about so many things. About getting the precious opportunity to finally meet an old woman that I can befriend and love and visit and glean love and wisdom from, in our ward! The sister missionaries took me to Sister Heaton's home for a visit. I loved it. Her house was big and old and full of grandma stuff. She was so warm and welcoming and faithful and I knew I was supposed to meet her. I can't wait to go visit her and spend holidays thinking of her. Dad instilled that love for the elderly in me. And I'm so grateful. 

So going to Sister Heaton's made me want to cry because it was so celestial and her life was a testimony of her faith. And then in the temple thinking about what I wrote about before this. And then also thinking about the people in my life who are struggling with the Church right now and how heartbreaking it is and how much I just want them to feel how much better life is when Heavenly Father is in it, and especially when He comes first. I kept thinking of Landon and Claire and David and getting all choked up. I wrote their names on the prayer roll and prayed for them in the Celestial Room.

I'm so grateful for those special, sacred, rare experiences when the Spirit just overtakes me and I'm overcome. And I know so clearly what needs to happen and how I feel and what Heavenly Father is telling me and wants me to know. It's real and it's celestial and it's so far above this world. And I really do want to dedicate and consecrate my whole life to building His work.