Life Will Go On

A little while ago, as many people know, Frances Monson, the wife of President Monson passed away. I didn't personally know her, I never really knew anything about her--in fact, I never even knew what her name was until her passing was announced. And at first, I was a little saddened by the fact that President Monson was without a wife, but unfortunately, that was the extent of how I felt.

Then one day, I was scrolling through Facebook, waiting for the few hours I had before I had to go in to work, and I found a lot of posts from different sources that said Frances Monson's funeral was to be on television that day. Without anything else to do, I turned on the tv and found the channel where her funeral was being broadcasted. At first, I wasn't immediately glued to the television, I wasn't really into it--you have to know that I really don't like funerals. Everything about them is just so melancholy and kind of uncomfortable for me I guess. But Henry B Eyring got up to talk about Frances and was the last speaker at her funeral, and it was then that I started becoming interested and I started to feel something.

Now before I go on, let me tell you that I've always had a testimony about the Plan of Salvation and families really being forever, but this was part of my testimony that I've never really had to gain on my own. This was just something that I kind of accepted and just came to know--I never grew to know it myself. I've never lost somebody extremely close to me--not even a grandparent, sibling, parent, or cousin.

But while I was watching Frances Monson's funeral, it really hit me. I got an overwhelmingly strong feeling that the Plan of Salvation was really real, and that we will indeed be with our families for forever. Death is not the ending, rather it is simply a transition to another stage of our Heavenly Father's plan. It really hit me that death isn't something to be sad about--we should be happy that we will see them again and that we can be with them for forever.

As the hearse drove away and the funeral procession followed them, the camera panned from the cars, up and over to the Salt Lake temple, but still keeping their family in the camera's view. It was at this point that I remember crying and feeling the Spirit incredibly strong. I knew at that moment in time, that President Monson would see his wife again, I will always be with my family, and one day, I will be sealed in the temple and will be able to have children and a husband that will always be mine.

This was a very strong testimony builder for me, and it made me again realize how important the temple is. When you're little, you know the temple is a great place, but until this moment in time, I never really realized how beautiful and wonderful the temple and what it does for families. It made me realize then, and even now when I'm remembering this day that happened a little while ago, how important it is for me to be dating the right kind of guys, to be trying hard to always stay clean and even cleaner to go to the temple one day, to one day be sealed to the man I find to be my best friend, the one who upholds his priesthood righteously, who is a beacon of light to those around him, and one who I know I can always turn to for love, guidance, and help along our journey together back to the celestial kingdom with our future family.

I know this is kind of a deep and very spiritual post, at least for me, but it's been on my mind enough that I feel like I just need to write it out. I hope you all know that families really can be forever, that the temples are the source of love, hope for families, and the knowledge that we all need to return back home to our Heavenly Father one day.

I love this gospel. I love the temples. I love families, and I can't wait to have mine one day. I look forward greatly to the day that I can go through the temple for my own. Nothing could be more exciting for me.

Live. Love. Laugh. Grow.