A few days ago, I really felt a strong desire to go to the temple.
It’s harder to do anything or go anywhere right now when I can’t drive, but without my kids that week, I knew I wanted to make the effort to go if I could. My daughter Jessica, who still lives with me right now, was willing to give me a ride over there, but then she needed to go to work and wouldn’t be able to give me a ride back. It only takes about 5 minutes to drive to the temple from our house, but google maps said it would take about 45 minutes to walk… it was at least doable.
I thought about all the pioneers who had certainly walked a lot further than that. There was also a 7-11 just a few blocks from the temple. I could change my clothes on the way home and walk back in tennis shoes. I was willing.
I still prayed that God would send somebody that could give me a ride home, so I wouldn’t have to walk. It’s really hot right now, and I really didn’t want to have to.
Just before the session was about to start, a sister in my ward who goes regularly to the temple walked in to the same temple session as me. I just knew that she was the answer to my prayer. After we were done, this sister was more than happy to give me a ride home. The whole time I could hardly contain my tears. What a blessing! I was so grateful to have made the decision to go and to put my faith in the Lord. It doesn’t always happen that way, but it did this time- and it was a nice reminder that God is still there, and sending me help through both sisters and brothers who are listening to His promptings.