Several months back, I had a crisis of faith where I felt that I knew that God wanted me to be a temple worker and I just plain and simple didn't want to. Call it lazy, selfish, or poor in spirit, I just plain didn't want to commit to six hours a week. Every week.
But I did! And I'm so glad I did. I'm the youngest on my shift by probably 30 years, so I'm like a pet to most of the little old ladies who have been doing this for years. My Tuesdays are now really long and sometimes require me to shimmy into a skirt or end a conference call in the temple parking lot, but it is amazing to feel the very real shift from working in the world and working in the house of the Lord. I haven't seen or felt any miracles yet. I don't feel like I've evaded guilt. I just feel... good.
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