This post is just for me.
If you don't want to read it, go ahead and stop.
I just wanted to write a few things down.
Some of the lessons and testimonies born in Nauvoo:
1. The missionary in the potter's area talked about the clay and spoke to the kids in the group who were all teens or pre-teens (Liza was the youngest). He talked about how the potter prepares the clay to be thrown (by kneading it and getting the air out) and how he takes great care to get it on the wheel just right. He teared up as he bore testimony that it is much like how their parents tried to do their best to prepare them for the future so that they could be made into a productive and useful vessel. He spoke of the wheel and how sometime the potter makes a mistake with the clay and sends it back to the "repentance table" to be re-kneaded. He reminded them that nothing is permanent until the firing.
2. At the rope-maker, they compared the individual strands to each of us, and how they are strong, but that the way a rope is bound together is like a family, and how much stronger the rope is when it is bound properly. It took the cooperation of 3 people to work the machine.
3. The woman at the candle making area testified that even though the candles they made could be burned down, there was a light in their lives that will never burn out, the light of Christ. The lady making bread reminded us that Christ is the bread of life.
4. At the printer's, we watched the tediousness of printing a single page newspaper, and commented what a hard life they had, that they worked from sun-up to sun-down to survive. The missionary reminded us that we have so many conveniences and that the Lord expects us to use our extra time in worthy pursuits, and in building the kingdom of God.
5. At the Land and Records building, we were able to find information on my great-great-great grandfather, John Hulme. He came to America after joining the church with 2 of his children, and his wife and other daughter stayed in England until they had money for them to come. Shortly after arriving, John became ill and died (probably from malaria.) William was only 6 years old and he and his sister became orphans, as his mother never came. It made me understand what a strong person he must have been, to have been determined to join the saints in Utah.
6. The spirit felt in the martyrdom room of the Carthage jail was overwhelming. The sister who took us on the tour bore a beautiful testimony, and I know more than ever that Joseph Smith was a prophet and that he gave his life for the gospel.
7. The brick, the mini horse shoe, the prairie diamond, and the rope are physical reminders of all the testimonies born and of the hardships the early church members bore to further the kingdom of God.
8. The temple was beautiful and as we walked around the grounds, we could feel what a sacrifice the building of the first one was and how difficult it must have been to leave it. Not because of the worldly value of it, but that they were leaving what it meant to them behind, looking forward to where they were going (literally out of the US) and the hope of having those ordinances again.
The kids were amazed to think that Joseph Smith had walked where we were walking and looked on the temple and watched its progress.