And The Children Wait

Sister Taylor keeps going to the Temple and having visions.  She’s always dreaming of children and families—it’s always new and everlasting!  I’m trying to keep up with her—I hope I can get in there too? 

George & Debbie

Last Thursday I had the opportunity of escorting the new missionaries as they received their endowments. Since I was the first to enter the Celestial Room, I waited patiently to greet each one as they entered. I chose to sit at the side of the room in the corner of the flesh-colored velvet French provincial couch where I could witness everything. The couch seemed to embrace me. I felt the impression that there were little children of varying ages all around the room, dressed in white, sleeping peacefully awaiting their parents to come through the veil.

I could almost see their black hair, and golden curls falling softly down their faces. Their breathing was steady. I wanted to pick them up and hold them to my breast. I couldn’t hold back the tears.

After greeting all the missionaries I reluctantly arose to leave.  Then I lingered at the door. I looked back around the room grateful for the insight I had received. I wondered how long the children would need to wait for their parents-–how long would they remain in the Living Room of God?

Debra Taylor 4/2012