My visit last week to the temple was amazing. I saw the old video again, I like it, but the newer one is so much better in my opinion. Once entering the Celestial room I was at totally peace. I was at peace before but nothing to that extent. All and every worry was gone and I was able to clearly connect with the Spirit with ease. Going into a corner to be by myself and feel peace I poured my heart unto my Lord my God, thanking him for the wonderful opportunity I had to be at the temple doing work for those who can not. Then all of a sudden I heard much commotion around me, I interrupted my prayer to make sure I wasn't in the way of anyone but to my surprise there was no body moving around me, everyone was still in there seats enjoying their experience. I continued to pray and the commotion and voices around me increased. After that I was overwhelmed with the Spirit, I knew that the commotion around me was a reunion. A reunion of the many people reuniting with there families. I was honored to be there rejoicing with them, I was honored to be able to help them out.
This next part is straight from my journal... I have a testimony of fasting. Lately I've been really struggling; with confidence, my faith, especially with the language, but mostly with myself. I decided to fast to find out answers to questions about my focus. What my focus was on, what it should be on, and how I can get it there. During the day I struggled... I was looking for many answers but none seemed to come. It wasn't until Sister Olsen came to me asking if I could give her a blessing later that night. My focus on myself transferred to her and her needs. From then on the day went really well. In gym I had a great attitude and felt great! ( A little weak though because I was fasting but it was good :) Once I got into class after after eating dinner I was extremely depressed. I thought I was a good for nothing missionary who couldn't remember what I was taught five minutes earlier. I went back to class where I told Brother Wahl that I couldn't do it, that "I can't learn the language" he then told me, (It was a ton of Armenian but the main idea of it was) you can't say "I can't". Saying it is like denying the Atonement. I was hurt, I was hurt at myself for saying "I can't" for pretty much saying I don't have faith in my savior Jesus Christ. I almost started to cry... He then went forward by giving me and Elder Webb the lesson we were planning on giving to him. He talked of Christ, why we pray, and what we want to accomplish. I was overwhelmed with the Spirit. I knew from then that there was something at play. It was time for our lesson now. My companion Sister North ( For the fake lesson) asked what we were going to say, I told her that we were going to go by the Spirit. We go in there and my mind goes blank, I call unto God asking for help and words started spilling from my lips. I knew then it wasn't me but my Fathers Spirit helping me out. The lesson was still edgy but the Spirit was strong.