There was a sister once that wanted to go to the Temple and her children really didn't want her to go. She told them she really needed to go because Heavenly Father has asked us to go.
She went. While she was at the Temple her youngest daughter came up missing, everyone looked and looked for her They couldn't find her. When the mother came home everyone was
in a panic. The mother went into the little girls bedroom and there on the bed was her daughter soaking and wet but very calm. Her mother asked the little girl what happened. She said,
"Mommy, I was outside playing and played too close to the canal and I fell in." The mother  asked "Well, how did you get out?" The little girls reply was,"A lady dressed in white pulled me out and brought me home." The mom asked , "Who was she?" The little girl said,"She told me her name was Martha." The mother sat there in silence, with tears rolling down her face. Martha was the person she had gone through the Temple for that evening.

 As you got up this morning,
I watched you,
and hoped you would talk to me,
even if it was just a few words,
asking my opinion or thanking me
for something good that happened
In your life yesterday.
But I noticed you were too busy,
trying to find the right outfit to wear.
When you ran around the house getting ready,
I knew there would be a few minutes
for you to stop and say hello,
but you were to busy.
At one point you had to wait,
fifteen minutes with nothing to do
except sit in a chair.
Then I saw you spring to your feet.
I thought you wanted to talk to me
but you ran to the phone and called a friend
to get the latest gossip instead.
I watched patiently all day long.
With all your activities
I guess you were too busy to say
anything to me.
I noticed that before lunch you looked around,
maybe you felt embarrassed to talk to me,
that is why you didn't bow your head.
You glanced three or four tables over
and you noticed some of your friends
talking to me briefly before they ate, but you didn't.
That's okay.
There is still more time left,
and I hope that you will talk to me yet.
You went home and it seems as if
you had lots of things to do.
After a few of them were done,
you turned on the TV.
I don't know if you like TV or not,
just about anything goes there
and you spend a lot of time
each day in front of it
not thinking about anything,
just enjoying the show.
I waited patiently again
as you watched the TV and ate your meal,
but again you didn't talk to me.
Bedtime I guess you felt too tired.
After you said goodnight to your family
you plopped into bed and fell asleep in no time.
That's okay because you may not realize
that I am always there for you.
I've got patience,
more than you will ever know.
I even want to teach you how
to be patient with others as well.
 I love you so much that I wait
everyday for a nod, prayer or thought
or a thankful part of your heart.
It is hard to have a one-sided conversation.
Well, you are getting up once again.
And once again I will wait,
with nothing but love for you.
Hoping that today you will give me some time.
                                  Have a nice day!
                                    Your friend,
                                      GOD

My Dear Daughter,

I remember well the day you left my side, wandered through the veil, and ventured
forth to fulfill your earthly mission. I had a tear in my eye each time I clothed your
spirit in a cloak of love and sent you off to school.

Be assured that my thoughts are with you now, as always, I love you with all my
heart! I know your lives, the good and the bad, your grief and disappointments,
your unrewarded efforts, your frustrations and temptations; but always remember
. . . ALL THAT I HAVE is yours if you will only come home again.
Daughter, realize that in each of you I placed a bit of heaven, no one was exempt.I
love you all. Search for it, develop it, use it, and most important, share it with
others. If you really love me, then help others find themselves and lead them to me.
Show your love by serving others.

Repent of your failings and humble yourselves. Make yourselves ever teachable
and continually strive to improve. I gave you weaknesses to help you to be
humble; don't curse me for that. I did it because I love you. Be full of hope; don't
let discouragement engulf you. I'll come if you need me. Daughter, cease your idle
contentions

. Be peacemakers for it breaks my heart to see so many of my children fighting. If
they only could see what I have hoped, planned, and desired for them. My heart
breaks as I watch them, but you, my faithful one are my hope. It is through you and
the priesthood bearers that my work must proceed.

There isn't much time and there is so much to be done. I beg you to get started.
Accomplish the mission I gave you before you left me. I'll help you. I'm never too
busy or too far away to come to you. I'm nearer to you al ways than you might
suspect. Co me to me often in prayer. .there is so much I wish I could tell you. Be
diligent in my work and my kingdom shall be yours.

I love you and miss you so very much, and oh, how I am looking forward to your
return again to me and your Mother.

All my love,
Your Heavenly Father
 

ETERNAL INK
(The actual account of a dream) by Craig F. Pitts

I dreamed I was in heaven
Where an angel kept God's book.
He was writing so intently
I just had to take a look.

It was not, at first, his writing
That made me stop and think
But the fluid in the bottle
That was marked ETERNAL INK.

This ink was most amazing,
Dark black upon his blotter
But as it touched the parchment
It became as clear as water.

The angel kept on writing,
But as quickly as a wink
The words were disappearing
With that strange ETERNAL INK.

The angel took no notice,
But kept writing on and on.
He turned each page and filled it
Till all its space was gone.

I thought he wrote to no avail,
His efforts were so vain
For he wrote a thousand pages
That he'd never read again.

And as I watched and wondered that
This awesome sight was mine,
 I actually saw a word stay black
As it dried upon the line.

The angel wrote and I thought I saw
A look of satisfaction.
At last he had some print to show
For all his earnest action.

 A line or two dried dark and stayed
As black as black can be,
But strangely the next paragraph
Became invisible to see.

The book was getting fuller,
The angel's records true,
But most of it was blank, with
Just a few words coming through.

I knew there was some reason,
But as hard as I could think,
 I couldn't grasp the significance
Of that ETERNAL INK.

The mystery burned within me,
And I finally dared to ask
The angel to explain to me
Of his amazing task.

And what I heard was frightful
As the angel turned his head.
He looked directly at me,
And this is what he said...

I know you stand and wonder
At what my writing's worth
But God has told me to record
The lives of those on earth.

The book that I am filling
Is an accurate account
Of every word and action
And to what they do amount.

And since you have been watching
I must tell you what is true;
The details of my journal
Are the strict accounts of YOU.

The Lord asked me to watch you
As each day you worked and played.
I saw you as you went to church,
I saw you as you prayed.

But I was told to document
Your life through all the week.
I wrote when you were proud and bold,
 I wrote when you were meek.

 I recorded all your attitudes
Whether they were good or bad.
I was sorry that I had to write
The things that make God sad.

So now I'll tell the wonder
of this ETERNAL INK,
For the reason for its mystery
Should make you stop and think

This ink that God created
To help me keep my journal
Will only keep a record of
Things that are eternal.

So much of life is wasted
On things that matter not
So instead of my erasing,
Smudging ink and ugly blot

I just keep writing faithfully and
Let the ink do all the rest
For it is able to decide
What's useless and what's best.

And God ordained that as I write
Of all you do and say
Your deeds that count for nothing
Will just disappear away.

When books are opened someday,
As sure as heaven is true;
The Lord's ETERNAL INK will tell
What mattered most to you.

If you just lived to please yourself
The pages will be bare,
And God will issue no reward
For you when you get there.

In fact, you'll be embarrassed,
You will hang your head in shame
Because you did not give yourself
In love to Jesus' Name.

Yet maybe there will be a few
Recorded lines that stayed
That showed the times you truly cared,
Sincerely loved and prayed.

But you will always wonder
As you enter heaven's door
How much more glad you would have been
If only you'd done more.

For I record as God sees,
I don't stop to even think
Because the truth is written
With God's ETERNAL INK.

When I heard the angel's story
I fell down and wept and cried
For as yet I still was dreaming
I hadn't really died.

And I said: O Angel tell the Lord
That soon as I awake
I'll live my life for Jesus
 I'll do all for His dear sake.

I'll give in full surrender;
I'll do all He wants me to;
I'll turn my back on self and sin
 And whatever isn't true.

And, though the way seems long and rough
I promise to endure
I'm determined to pursue the things
That are holy, clean and pure.

With Jesus as my helper,
I will win lost souls to Thee,
For I know that they will live with Christ
For all eternity.

And that's what really matters
When my life on earth is gone
That I will stand before the Lord
And hear Him say, well done.

For is it really worth it
As my life lies at the brink?
And I realize that God keeps books
With His ETERNAL INK.

Should all my life be focused
On things that turn to dust?
From this point on I'll serve the Lord;
I can, I will, I must!

I will NOT send blank pages
Up to God's majestic throne
For where that record's going now
Is my eternal home.

I'm giving all to Jesus
I now have seen the link
For I saw an angel write my life
With God's ETERNAL INK.

                      Found at:  Inspirational Christian Stories

"The Golden Key"

  It was a beautiful day in the month celestial and in the celestial year of
our Lord, as a little Angel watched carefully beside the Golden Gates of
Heaven the processions of people arriving from Earth.  He saw one of his
angel friends come running towards him shouting with such great joy.

  "Mama is coming today? The gatekeeper just sent me word," said the little
friend. "And my daddy is coming too"

  Before the two small friends could exchange another word, the second angel
darted out shouting, "Mama . . . Daddy . . . and Bill & John . . . you're all
here!  What happened?  "We didn't see that car coming son", answered his
Daddy.  Their reunion together was so joyful as the gatekeeper approached
them saying,  "Welcome to Eternity.

  I will show you to your separate mansions."  "But we are all together now;
we will need only one home, " protested the alarmed father.  "Do you have the
keys to your Eternal home?" asked the gatekeeper.  "What keys do you mean?"
cried the young mother.  "Why the keys you received the day you entered the
Temple of our God to be sealed as a family for all time and eternity.  You
did go, didn't you??

   The look on their faces was full of sorrow and regret as they were shown
to their separate mansions of the eternities to receive their further
instructions.

  The first little Angel's heart was heavy with sorrow for his small friend
and his family.  He wondered and searched his memory. . . had he ever heard
his family mention the Keys to their mansions? It did sound familiar, but it
had been so long ago. He was so deep in thought that he did not see the tall
dark man approach him quickly and bend over him.
"My little son!!!  I knew I'd find you waiting here!"

  With a shout of gladness, the little angel sprang into the longing, waiting
arms and as he saw his own fathers' hands reach out to pick him up, he saw
the flash of Golden Key. . . and he knew,. . .  he knew his joy was just
beginning.