These are the thoughts I shared in my BYU-I Family History class about the Abrahamic Covenant.
The Endowment is only the beginning. It is the tie that binds me to my grandmothers for all eternity. It is the promises my mom made to me and that I then share with my wife and children. I think of these promises when life with my father, wife, and children gets tough. Life with my mom was always a dance. We weaved in and out of each other's lives. Each reaching and then pulling away. In the end, it was the promises that my mom and grandmothers made in the temple that drove me to rebuild our relationship.
It is about love, and hope, and forgiveness. loving and being loved when neither party deserves that love.
