i went to the temple tonight.
because things just got too hard to handle.
and i will shout from the rooftops how grateful i am for this gospel
and the peace and comfort it brings me, anytime I ask for it.
as i drove down the dark road, the temple appeared behind the houses and trees.
but it got too blurry to see cause i was crying a little
{ok. i was crying a lot}
it was so glorious.
it felt like i was drowning in darkness and doubt
and suddenly a lighthouse, a beacon of truth appears before me.
it was sweet relief. like holding your breath under water for a very long time
and finally coming up for air.
but the temple and i had something in common tonight.
we were both in repair :)
but we'll both be better when we're done

