The Idaho Falls temple is set in such a beautiful area. The grounds are lush and peaceful. From the falls nearby you can see the spire rising up. It’s gorgeous.
We stopped by on a Sunday evening, at the end of a very long road trip. Unfortunately the grounds were closed, so we had to enjoy it from the outside. But that was easy to do.
Just down the road are the falls that Idaho Falls is named for. We walked along the pathway, and at the end was this perfect view of the spire above the falls. We took it all in before heading to our hotel.
Well, it wasn’t quite enough for me. Knowing our time was extremely limited in Idaho Falls (the next morning we would drop our boys off at BYU-I for EFY, and then zip on up to Canada), I decided to wake up before sunrise and get one last glimpse of the temple.
So early Monday morning, I quietly tip-toed out of our room while everyone else was sleeping. I made my way to a river, where the temple sat across from me.
As I approached the bank of the river, I was looking across at the temple. It was so peaceful and quiet. And then, I slipped. I hadn’t noticed the mud in the grass, and I was down on my bum before I knew what was happening. It was a lot of mud. And I was wearing my brand new white pants! I quickly looked around to see if anybody had witnessed my epic fall, but I was alone. Good. Because that would have been really embarrassing.
I decided that while I was down, I’d get a shot or two of the temple. Then I very ungracefully got up and surveyed the damage. Mud all over my pants, and on my arms. I thought about going back to the hotel and considered letting it ruin my day. But I couldn’t. I was immediately reminded of how blessed I was- to be there in Idaho Falls, to be on the trip we were on, and so many other ways. A little mud couldn’t ruin that.
I walked over to a rock on the river bank and sat down. Putting my feet in the water, I cleaned them off, and then my arms. The mud on my pants stayed- there wasn’t really anything I could do about that.
Then I watched the sun rise over the temple. The Angel Moroni seem to be calling to it.
As I sat there, I thought about the trials and blessings that the previous eight months had held. When Carey lost his job in December, we were devastated and comforted at the same time. There were so many tender mercies and blessing that got us through those eight months. And then, at 3pm the day before we left on this trip, Carey signed the paperwork and was now employed full time. Not only that, but we had clear direction of a path we wanted to take- not an easy one, and not a certain one. But, for the first time in as long as I can remember, I felt all of my anxiety over the future melt away. Hope rose within me as the sun rose that morning over the Idaho Falls Temple. God is in control. All we have to do is stay close to Him, and he will direct our paths.
I stayed till the sun was up in the sky, and then made my way back to the hotel. On our way out of town, we stopped by the temple’s Visitor’s Center.
There aren’t many visitors centers, so when you get a chance to stop by one- take it. This one had a huge window looking out at the temple.
The Idaho Falls Temple was the first one built in Idaho (and eighth over all). It took several years longer to build than expected because of World War 2. Once it was finished, it was the only temple in Idaho for almost 40 years when Boise was built. Now there are six either built or announced. Back in 1884 Wilford Woodruff said of the area, “Be not discouraged; be not disheartened, because God’s blessing is upon this land….as I look into the future of this great valley I can see temples—I can see beautiful temples erected to the name of the Living God where holy labors may be carried on in his name through generations to come.”
Date Visited: July 23 & 24, 2017
Miles From Home: 689
Location: Idaho Falls, Idaho
Dedication: September 23-25, 1945 by George Albert Smith;
Rededicated: June 4, 2017 by Henry B. Eyring
From the Dedicatory Prayer (1945): Father, wilt Thou preserve Thy saints in the unity of the faith, in the way of truth, in the bonds of peace, and holiness of life. We pray that the weak may be strengthened and Thy Holy Spirit be imparted to all.