Ticking Timeclocks and Minute Miracles

I told myself I needed to get the temple before General Conference this weekend. The days started to slip by even though my schedule was relatively open this week. I realized this morning, that today and tomorrow are my last chance. But today and tomorrow became booked with only a 45 minute window before I picked up my kids.

I thought about letting it go with some guilt and regret and then turned to the Lord and asked for a way to make it happen. I changed quickly. I went to the temple closest to their school even though it’s often the busiest, and decided that even if I spent my whole time waiting that at least I could spend some time pondering in the temple.

Miraculously when I arrived there was no wait for initiatory service. By the time I changed there was one woman ahead of me. She looked at me and said, “I’m going to let you go first. I have nowhere to be today and I feel like you should go first.” I politely declined thinking if I only did 1 or 2 of my 3 names that I would still be on time to get my kids or just a few minutes late. But she insisted. 😭🙌🎉

I had the most beautiful experience in the temple today and cried through most of my time there. But that last name, Ruth Mae Painter, had all of us in tears. The temple worker cried while she shared her parts and we had a long hug after we were done. I needed that experience today with Ruth Mae. 💙

I was out of the temple 37 minutes after I came in, with a few minutes to spare before I got my kids to type this post. Now, I know that it’s not about rushing through temple service and I’m grateful for the times I am able to savor every moment.

But today, God provided a window for me to serve in the little time I had and He gave me a beautiful experience that reminded me of His divinity, strengthened my testimony of temple service and has filled my heart and soul with peace. #allglorytoHim #provoutahtemple #Godisgood