Thursday, February 19, 2009
Last night I was glad class ended a little early. Just after 9 pm I was walking out the door, hunched over to the side thanks to my lovely spine, and looking forward to going home. I climb in, start my car and pull out of the parking lot, debating with myself if I have the energy to want to go into Wal-Mart and get some shredded cheese for the cats on my way home. I had just decided that there was probably enough cheese left for that night (they get a little in their dish most nights when I come home from class) and that I would just go home when this prompting hit me.
Drive to the temple, it said.
"Its after 9 at night", I thought. "I hurt and I am tired...why should I drive all the way out to the temple?" I kept the car heading for home.
Drive to the temple.
I got up to 4th North and was about to pull onto 8th West (and home) when it came again.
Drive to the temple....and surprisingly, I didn't make that turn, but continued on to State Street before turning north...towards the temple.
I had never driven there at night, let alone taken whatever road it was I ended up hitting. All I know is I made the turn where I thought I was supposed to and ended up on a road that hugged the mountain...and went right on past my destination.
No problem. I turned into a neighborhood and drove up and down winding streets....the brilliantly lit Timpanogos Temple a beacon to guide me.
Pulling into the parking lot I was very much aware of my denim jeans and t-shirt attire. Pulling on my zip-up hoodie I grabbed my camera and walked onto temple grounds.
No concourses of angels singing choirs....the heavens did not open up and reveal my one true love to me....but I was given something.
Tension I wasn't even aware that had built up in me melted away as I wandered around the temple grounds, breathing the cold, clear air and marvelling at the beauty of the temple against a brilliant backdrop of stars.
I laughed softly in wonder as I gazed up at Moroni and noticed how from one particular spot on the grounds his horn reflected a beam of light up to the heavens...something you would not notice unless you happened to look straight up at that one point of sidewalk.
I poured out my heart to the Lord, prayers of thanks and hope and all of the things I can never really bring myself to say in my own humble prayers at my bedside...things I never thought of troubling Him with before, but felt good to finally vocalize.
I noticed the backlit trees had buds formed, ready for opening and found cheer that spring really was on its way.
All of these things and more in the half-hour or so that I walked the grounds.
It was with reluctance that I made for the warm shelter of my car and, as I drove home I found I was so happy that I had made the choice to follow the still, small voice that knew so much better than I did, what I really needed.