Sister moom4/20/2023 ![]() And I was loved completely, even with my many imperfections. The feeling was so startling, overwhelming and unexpected that I began to weep. Immediately I felt enfolded, engulfed, encircled in love. I told my Father in Heaven in humble sincerity how grateful I was to be in His house again. I basked for a moment in the beauty and serenity of my surroundings. With a relief that is difficult to describe, I quickly changed into my temple clothes and waited for my turn. When I arrived at the temple - late and flustered - a kind temple worker informed me that another patron had canceled at the last minute and there was an available slot. The GPS route took me straight through road construction. I dropped my cellphone and charger in the garage, and they went spiraling in separate directions under my car. The car keys weren’t where we normally keep them. I wish I could say everything conveniently aligned and from there it was smooth sailing. I decided, even if I missed my appointment, I could show the Lord that I wanted to be in His house, too, by trying fervently, if imperfectly, to make it there. In an instant, my perspective shifted, and I threw off the covers and jumped out of bed. The words came clear and direct: “The Lord wants you in His house.” You might as well stay home.”įinally, I asked the Lord, “What do You want me to do?” Mentally I began to scroll through my never-ending to-do list. Failure,” were some of the phrases reverberating in my brain. And by sleeping in, I felt like I had botched things up. I was constantly dropping a ball, despite my best efforts. with my job, Church calling and other pursuits. I had been struggling to juggle the responsibilities of being a wife, mother, sister, friend, daughter, ministering companion, etc. It felt like another demerit on my report card for life. This was a special opportunity, and I had ruined it. I had planned to get up early so I could arrive at the temple focused on worship, instead of stressed about time. I also took the opportunity to berate myself. Should I still try to make my appointment? If I were late, would the temple still be able to accommodate me? There was little chance I would be able to make the 40-minute drive and arrive on time.įor a few moments I laid there and debated what to do. Unfortunately, I jolted awake that Saturday morning and realized I had slept through my alarm. When it was announced that my temple was moving to Phase 3, I eagerly made an appointment early on a Saturday, when my husband could watch our toddler. At the height of the COVID-19 pandemic, I was one of many Latter-day Saints who grieved when temples closed worldwide and rejoiced when they opened again for proxy work.
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