Dec 20, 2007 18:55
As I went through all my emo-woe over the course of the last couple of years, I prayed for guidance and got what seemed like very little. All I got was a constant prompting to go to the temple. But I kept not going.
On Sunday, a friend of mine announced during Relief Society that she was going to the temple on Thursday morning, and she would love to have company. It was like a gift from heaven--as though God I wouldn't go on my own initiative, but I would go with someone.
This morning we went up, arriving (barely) in time for the 10 o'clock session. The session didn't even have to start--as soon as I left the dressing room I knew I was in the right place, and at the right time. The Spirit was strong all the way through the session. Afterwards, sitting in the Celestial Room, I got many answers to the questions I've had over the years.
Last time I went to the temple, I was pregnant with Nephi. It was a powerful (in a quiet way), life-changing experience. But I didn't go back for over 6.5 years.
I love going to the temple. I always have. It is a place where God is very near to Earth, and speaks clearly to his children. And yet...and yet I only go rarely. Why is that?
I'm going to change that next year. No grand promises of monthly attendance here; just a couple of trips would be a big improvement over the status quo.
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