Even here, where it was closed and had many areas fenced off, the spirit of peace was felt. You don’t have to be inside to know it’s a special place.
Driving down highway 89, we eagerly looked ahead anticipating the temple. It is still such a joy when I first see that spire.
Yes, our visit extended our day by quite a bit, but it was so worth it. I can’t imagine having missed out on such a wonderful place.
Saving what we thought was lost has enormous significance. It speaks to our deepest beliefs, that nothing is truly lost, and that all things can be made whole again.
And the Lord will create upon every dwelling place of mount Zion… a cloud and smoke by day, and the shining of a flaming fire by night.
May it be a beacon of peace and a refuge to the troubled…
The Manti Utah Temple is hands down my (Carrie’s) most favorite temple.
Growing up in Orem Utah, I didn’t venture down to Payson very often…