We, the children of our Heavenly Father, naturally make places where we can draw closer to Him. Almost all of us do it- in some way- all over the world. The thoughts and efforts we put into these holy places reflect our theology, values, hopes and desires.
For me, there is no match for being in our LDS temples. That feeling of being somewhere between earth and heaven, of momentarily having crossed into a place more holy than any other, is sublime. Time slows, the worth of our souls briefly shines through our frail bodies, and the universe seems to be in perfect order. I have a great love for the Temple.
I have enjoyed feelings of peace in some other sacred spaces and truly enjoy taking every opportunity to visit big cathedrals, small chapels, mosques of all sorts, temples (LDS and otherwise), stave churches, Spanish missions, special mountains, and so on. I offer three of my favorites here: the Manti, Utah LDS temple, Kocatepe (Ko-jah-TEH-peh) mosque in Ankara, Turkey, and the Dome of the Rock and Western Wall in Jerusalem.