Family work...

Aaron and I had the opportunity to perform some of my grandfather's family history work last night. Nothing world shifting happened to us but as we sat together in the chapel overlooking the font awaiting our turn, the last bits of daylight shining through the immaculate opal windows, it occurred to me that though this event wasn't world changing for us it was for the people whose names we held in our hands. They have been waiting so long for these saving ordinances to be performed in their behalf. I know that as my grandfather's granddaughter that these family members knew him, knew me, and knew exactly what was taking place for them. I'm so grateful to have a knowledge of the truth! I'm grateful for a worthy priesthood holder that walks beside me and will continue to hold my hand through the eternities. I'm grateful for loving grandparents who entrusted me to perform this sacred work for their loved ones who have passed on. I'm grateful for the legacy that gets left by our fathers for each new generations. I'm grateful to look in the mirror and know with out a doubt that the face I am looking at comes from someone, from people past. I love this very real work!