As I was sitting in the baptismal room waiting to be baptized for my great, great, great, great Aunt Ellen Scott, an image appeared in my mind. I was in heaven and as I looked around me I saw a lady running towards me. I automatically knew that this was Ellen. Tears were running down her face as she ran up to me and threw her arms around my neck. She then started to kiss my cheek saying, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I then knew the importance of doing temple work for our ancestors because they are anxious to be baptized.
