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Early Morning Temple Trip

I was planning on going to the temple Friday night.  I figure most people are doing other stuff on Friday night, so the temple wouldn't be too busy.  However, as I sat at the desk at work thinking about going to the temple that night, I got kind of nervous thinking about going on my own.  I went to do baptisms alone most of the time, but it feels different with endowments sessions.  At the DC temple, I had my family, but I was also very comfortable in that temple.  It's where I went for youth temple trips, so I was fine in that temple.  But my ward has been assigned the Provo City Center Temple, and having never gone to that temple before, I was very nervous, despite knowing that there would be plenty of temple workers around to help.  I guess it was just scary to go to my first endowment session in that temple alone.  So I texted my friend Whit and asked her if she was free that night to go with me.  She wasn't, but she suggested that we go early the next morning around 8am.  

Let's be totally honest.  Most Saturdays, I sleep in until 10 or 11am.  Why would I voluntarily get up any earlier unless I have to work?  But I figured for the temple, I could go that early.  However, due to the population here in Provo of temple-goers, you need to be at the City Center Temple about half an hour early in order to get into the 8am session, and if you miss it, you have to wait an hour until the 9am session.  So, I woke up at 6:45 on a Saturday to get ready and go to the temple. 

It was a great session.  It was very busy because four people were going through for the first time, and you better believe they had not only their immediate family, but also what looked like both sets of grandparents.  Needless to say, there were a lot of people.  But I loved going through the temple with my friend, and I'm really grateful that she went with me.  I really believe that Heavenly Father puts people in our life to lead us and guide us.  Our parents are usually the best examples if these leaders, but in addition to parents, we also have siblings, bishops, Relief Society presidents, and friends.  Whit hadn't done a session in the City Center temple yet either, so she suggested we be lost together, which is very comforting.  Luckily, there are workers placed all around the temple to guide you to wherever you need to be.  And when I had questions, Whit was happy to answer them.  Ultimately, your goal in the temple is the Celestial Room, which is a perfect representation of our earthly life.  We sometimes feel lost or confused in this life, but Heavenly Father has given us these people to guide us to where we need to be, and if we follow their instructions and follow the Spirit, we will make it to the Celestial Kingdom and be reunited with out families.  I'm grateful for the temple, and especially for living so close to several temples.  I'm hoping Whit and I can make this a weekly thing, because not only did I feel happier the rest of the day, but knowing that I had to get up early for the temple made me go to bed earlier the night before, and I wasn't so tired the next day.  Basically, you'll never regret going to the temple, no matter how early you have to wake up :)
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