Bill's great grandfathers house in MinnesotaWe talk a lot about what’s wrong with the church on the bloggernacle; I’m not uncomfortable with that conversation, others are. I’ve talked openly about things that bother me, family history is not one of them.

I’ve always been interested in my heritage, but have become more immersed the last few years. For Bill’s 65th birthday, I did a lot of research and gifted him with a huge scrapbook. I found the house his great grandfather built in Minnesota—it’s still standing! The people who live in it now were delighted to get a picture of it way back when, with Bill’s family sitting in front.

That got me started. Then I started indexing and noticed something–a thinning of the veil?–as I typed in names from documents. I began to work on my own genealogy and in March, Bill and I went to the temple armed with 48 names. With help from the temple workers and attendees, we got initiatory work done on all of them and endowments on most. Bill and I spent hours in the temple doing initiatory, endowment and sealings for these people. My aunts and uncles from Quebec, my stepfather’s family, Bill’s relatives. We came home that weekend on a spiritual high. And I knew that work was what God wanted to happen.

A few weeks later, I began to have promptings that I could have my mother sealed to both her husbands and I could be sealed to my parents. This is something I’d never even considered before, her marriages being pretty unhappy. As I pondered and prayed, I felt more and more inspired to act on the promptings.

When I started to do the paperwork, lo and behold, my parents had been sealed to each other the year before! I was unable to find out how this happened because I certainly hadn’t submitted the names, it appears that it was picked up by the family department and done by temple workers. I felt this was more confirmation.

So, in May, after arranging things with the temple, I drove to St. George alone for the sealing. Bill was totally understanding about my desire to be alone and I told no one else. I knew it would be emotional and I didn’t want to have to take care of anyone else’s feelings during the ceremony. The people acting as proxies were strangers to me, but the spirit was so strong. Of course I sobbed throughout the sealing, but I knew I was doing the right thing.

For the first time in my life, I feel like I have parents. In a way, I’ve felt like a stepchild in the church by not being sealed to my parents, but no more. I knew with all my heart that my parents are not the people they were in this life and I feel nurtured and cared for in a way that I cannot explain.

Since then, I’ve been able to find the grave of a tiny sister which was lost forever, I thought. She was buried in Goldfield, NV and no one remembered where. I will tell you about that another time, it’s a wonderful story. And I’ve been able to find much information about my father and his family.

My stake president grew up in Lincoln County, also (our parents probably saw each other at the bars!) and knew of my situation. I excitedly shared my sealing with him and he said “Isn’t it wonderful? I did the same thing a few years ago! It took years for me to reach that decision, but it’s changed my life.”

Of course I knew what he was talking about. I have experienced a spiritual re-birth as a result of my decision and feel a strength and comfort that I’d never thought possible in this life.

Guys, temple work is for real. Yes, our church has warts, but we are on the right track when we seal families. I don’t understand it, but I know it’s true. I can’t say that about a lot of things, I say “I believe” which is just fine. This, I know.