i went to the temple yesterday and was reminded of an experience that happened to me my freshman year of college.
so when i was in young women's i hated to baptisms for the dead. i loved getting confirmed, but going into the font terrified me. i thought i was awkward to baptize because i was tall. i was always nervous my long hair would float up. and i had gotten a bloody nose in the font once. because of all this, i really avoided it as much as possible.
then my freshman year of college, a friend asked me to go to the temple with her. and i was so so nervous to go in the font. i did the baptisms and everything went fine, but as i was leaving the font, my baptizer turned to me and told me "good job." a tender mercy from my savior. this temple worker had no idea about my concerns and fears, yet he was in tune enough to say those two little words and help calm me.
i have never had that fear since.
the temple is a special, peaceful place full of love and i am so grateful to have one in my midst.
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