So we were driving across the country. Myself and my sweet sister Britter. We'd been driving for quite a while. It was morning and we were driving through St Louis. The city was very dirty. Down right grimy. There were a few architectural beauties but other than that it wasn't much to look at. We were on the highway and rounded a corner. There it was. The St. Louis Missouri Temple. A literal house of the Lord. Oh it was so beautiful. Just standing there calling to our hearts. Of course we turned the car right around and drove into the grounds. The day was beautiful and warm for a January. It was morning, so the sun was shining in that " I just woke up kind of way." Everything seemed to glow. We walked around to the front and already the spirit was overwhelming and peaceful. I looked up at that Temple and decided in my heart that day that I would draw close to my Savior and to my Heavenly Father. That my heart was theirs eternally. I didn't want to leave but alas I'd never make it to my new home. Which I am slowly but surely growing to love.
I am thankful for the Lord and His tender mercies. Bringing me to see this temple was a tender mercy from him during that rough time and I will be forever grateful.