How does one balance honoring covenants with honoring family? Obviously, promises to God are greater than keeping familial harmony, but how do you “honor thy father and thy mother” when your parent(s) chose otherwise?
Part of the reason my husband and I have not gone to the Temple yet, despite having recommends, has do to with our extended family. As I already wrote, my family hates that I have chosen to be Mormon, and makes few allowances in their dealings with me. My husband’s family, while there are two other distant members, also is completely unsupportive. At every turn, it’s difficult, nigh unto impossible, to keep the family waters smooth.
When we go to the Temple, it will very likely be the last straw on my familial camel’s back. I am vacillating between jumping in with both feet, and being quite comfortable in my fence-sitting. I am in no hurry to make the relationship with my loved ones even more difficult, yet at the same time, I know, for my spiritual progression, there are more steps to be taken.
It seems like such a simple, clear decision when you just look at the words, but if you apply the situation to your own family, see if it feels so easy… If your mother disowned you and your children, your relationships with your siblings and their children were sharply jeapordized; would you be a big hurry to make that happen?
In all honesty, I have been influenced by some of the posts here and there on the blogernacle relating horrible temple experiences. Because my testimony is still far from vast and all encompasing, I find myself wondering if I am spiritually ready for what the Temple might hold. It worries me. A few good friends have been kind and forthcoming in their advice and experience, but it’s very difficult when so much of what happens inside is veiled in silence. (I know, sacred, not secret.) I don’t mean that in any sort of consescending or snippy way, only as a fact. When you have no one in your family who has done this, no one whom to look to for example or tradition, it’s honestly a bit scary.
There is also the reticence to begin wearing the g’s. My wardrobe is fully in complience already- that’s not an issue. But really, you all have had some serious complaining threads out in here about how much the g’s ride up, creep down, wiggle, bind, sweat, itch, and generally bite the comfort apple in the rear. Hmmm. And I’m supposed to wear these lovlies 24/7? It’s a hard one for a newbie.
In a way, I suppose I’m arguing for my limitations. The Lord expects better of me, and there is probably the hint of “lacking faith” in my hesitancy to take the final steps- and eventually, I know I’ll jump off the fence- and I know on which side I’ll be. But let me sit in the sun for just a few more minutes… and let the late rays of the day already gone warm my face one last time.