Well, let's get to it.

Tonight, I was feeling rather glum, and so after I ate a lonely dinner, I started the drive home from Provo in the snow. As I got to Pleasant Grove, the Timpanogas temple came into view. I turned the radio off and whistled I Love to See the Temple over and over, until I couldn't see the temple any more. When I stopped I decided on a whim to drive by the temple, just to park and look at it a while. When I got there, I sat in the parking lot for a second then decided I needed to go in.

It was a little awkward to walk into the temple with my jeans on, but as I settled into one of the lobby chairs, I felt comfortably at home. I prayed, picked up some scriptures, and read about Christ's life while living on Earth.

Christ had a rough life, and I'm amazed that he got through it so humbly, willingly and lovingly. In the passage I read in the early chapters of Matthew, Christ traveled a long ways to only be rejected by the people and be sent away from their city.

I guess I was just remembering how put down I feel when I am rejected by someone, and wondered how he could have continued with his travels so steadfastly. It makes me wonder what Christ must feel like when one of us denies or rejects him, after all he did for us, after all that he suffered for our sakes. His example strengthens my will to be better.

As I sat there, on that blue couch in the temple lobby, I was given an impression of peace and encouragement. I felt utterly ok, and could almost feel a little spiritual nudge as if someone was telling me, "Well, let's get to it."

With that, I left the temple, taking a deep breath when I got outside into the cold air. Suddenly, the world didn't seem quite as overbearing as it had been just 10 minuets before.