A Date Night

I have been feeling very aware that I am talking to God in my true self, but that sometimes my actions are not in alignment with my desires.

It's called life.

It's a process.

I knew I needed the temple this week.

I didn't make it there in January and I really needed it.

I went online to check appointment availability on Wednesday night, and there wasn't any.

Wednesday night, I asked God to open up a slot for me after work last night.

When I got to work yesterday morning, there it was - my slot.

6 pm.

Initiatory.

I knew God did that for me.

After work, I headed over to my temple.

As excited as I am about my beautiful Layton Temple, the Ogden Temple is mine.

I love this place.

As soon as I pulled into the parking lot, I began to sob.

Uncontrollably sobbing.

I prayed that I would feel He and my Heavenly Mother hugging me.

I prayed for specific blessings as well.

Then I walked up and in.

I couldn't even grab my recommend because I was crying so much.

I went and changed and began the work.

This is the work that is just the most beautiful.

We get to hear blessings poured upon our heads over and over and over again.

I just soaked in all in.

It was exactly what I needed.

After I was done, I drove across the street to Farr's.

I ordered and then sat on the lower level.

Right in front of me was FireStik and Licorice ice cream.

That's the combo P would get when we would go on our work dates.

I sat and thought about those days of ice cream and listening to old General Conference talks as we went from meeting to meeting.

I miss him.

It was a brilliant, glorious date night.