
I had no intention of going to the temple again today, after just being there yesterday.
But when I woke up, my heart knew that is where I needed to be.
First, to remember what matters and what doesn’t. Just yesterday I knew this,
but I needed the reminder again. Less than 24 hours later.
And second, to do for those in heaven, what feels like I can’t do for many on earth. To help them feel God‘s love
and link them to each other and to Him for all of eternity. It feels extraordinarily difficult to me today to think that
the most vulnerable and marginalized, will very likely face even more abuse and feel even more insignificant
in the near and far future. My heart tells me they are aching with feelings of diminished worth and deep worry
today, because of the actions of others. I feel gutted by that knowledge. I needed to sit in the temple and
pray to my God for them. And shed my own tears, alongside their's and God's.
And also, to feel peace that does not come from this world. I felt desperate for it. This is not my home.
And while mortality matters so deeply to me, because of the unreal privilege I have been given to be
a wife and mother, as well as a fellow human alongside so many who struggle through mortality,
I’m only a visitor here. It’s not where I belong and it won’t be where I ultimately end up.
And the temple brings that truth to my heart and soul deeper than any other place on earth.
I needed that today. I needed God today. And He showed up. He always does. And gave me
very specific instructions of what He needs from me. And asked me to trust Him with the rest.
And I will. With all of my broken, imperfect, hurting, grateful, mortal heart.
He and my Savior have earned that trust. I’ll never stop being thankful for Them.
Oh how I love Them.
Now onward and forward. With simultaneous hope and sorrow in my heart. I worship a God that allows
me to feel both and to still keep going and to keep trying. Bringing it all to Him. Where it belongs.
Where I belong.
Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. Forever.