The unforeseen circumstance in my life that I spoke of in an earlier post was a doozy.
It took my breath, sucked it right out of me, and knocked me so off balance that I spent many days hiding in bed, secured beneath my heavy down comforter.
I desperately needed the help of my Savior. He truly was my only hope. So I went to the place where I knew I would be surrounded by His spirit the most. I went to the temple.
Once there I entered the dressing room, locked the door behind me and surrendered, allowing myself to crumble, sobbing as I released my pain in the safety of my Savior’s embrace.
Much has happened since that time. Miracles. True miracles. And though I no longer go to the temple for solace I find myself waking every Saturday with the anticipation of a Christmas morning because Saturday is the day I get to go to the temple.
While in the temple this morning I was so engulfed by the spirit–God’s perfect peace, His brilliant love–that I thanked Him, reverently, gratefully for allowing me to spend that time with Him.
He then left me with this message to calm a question in my heart, “You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to testify of His perfection.”
And that’s exactly what I plan to do.
“The temple provides purpose for our lives. It brings peace to our souls–not the peace provided by men but the peace promised by the Son of God when He said, “Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” ~Thomas S. Monson