Zak, Jess, and I went to church in Bern so we could visit a German-speaking congregation. They welcomed us in, and pulled out a head set for Zak to use while a man a few rows over translated for all of the English-speakers into a microphone to the headsets. I loved talking to the little elderly women and finding all of the people who came to be there. That is one thing about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, no matter where you go, the meetings are in the same format, and you just feel at home.
A few weeks later, Zak and I went to the Bern LDS Temple. I started crying when I saw the familiar angelic statue amid the trees. One more little miracle occurred, when we ended up inside with a woman and her son who had actually invited me into their home in Freiburg, Germany in 2006 when I did a language program there. I introduced myself, and she remembered me. They were actually there in remembrance of her daughter who had passed away, and I am honored that I was able to be there for it.
Obviously is was overcast when we went inside, and sunny by the time we came outside, but I smiled the whole time. I love the Temple.
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