This morning when I left class, I needed to get quarters for laundry and some gas money. I ended up here. I have no idea why. I think this was my Heavenly Father’s way of calling me to him. The temple has always had the most special of places in my heart, and I can still remember parts of the day my family was sealed in the temple when I was 2. I got to the temple this morning, and I felt so ridiculous. I wasn’t dressed right and I felt so out of place. But as I walked to the front gate and placed my hand on the cool, stone walls of that holy place, I felt like I was home for the first time. I have never felt such a love and a longing to be somewhere in my entire life. Right then and there I got a strong urge to kneel and speak with my Father. Tears filled my eyes as I poured out my heart to the only one who can hear my truest hopes. I know my father lives. I know He loves me, as He loves all of His children. In a world that is so increasingly base and evil, He is the lighthouse on the beach – forever beckoning us home. I know He listens to my prayers, however foolish I may be. He sacrificed His Son so that we may all be redeemed from the bondage of sin. I am so grateful for the family I was born into, for the trials and experiences we have had together. There have been many, and they have been rough. But I don’t regret a single one. I love my Heavenly Father and His son Jesus Christ more than I can express. I know I can and will live worthy to go into His temple and be sealed for Time and all Eternity. I am going home.
