Peace at the Temple

I've had a bit of a rough week this week.

Nothing big. Just a lot of little annoyances and hurts that add up to a lot of annoyance, hurt, frustration, confusion, stress, and exhaustion. (And lemme tell ya... that exhaustion makes everything else much worse).

But tonight, just like pretty much every Thursday night, I went to the temple. As soon as I was greeted by the man at the front desk who checked my recommend, I felt better. He, like all of "my" temple workers, was so welcoming and sweet. And, I may have misheard him, but I think he said, "Welcome home."

The temple truly is a coming home. It's the one place on this earth that we can be closest to God. I feel so much peace and love there (if I am open to it), no matter what else is going on in my life. While there tonight, I felt the calmest I have all week. I felt at peace. Why? Not because my problems suddenly disappeared. I can reassure you that walked out of the temple with the all of the exact some problems I walked in with. They're all still there. But I changed. I felt at peace. I was reassured that everything will be ok. Why? Because I am not alone. Heavenly Father and Christ are always there to support me. I am SO grateful for that knowledge.

I'm already feeling some of my stress and worries coming back and I've been home less than an hour. I may wake up tomorrow in an even worse place. But I know that things will be ok... thanks to the peace I was able to feel (for even a brief time) tonight.