. . . in search of understanding of myself, my neighbors, my community, and my religion.
Loved the post! You know, some sisters on my mission told me about the temple thing. I'll bet some of them took the same class at BYU. I had the chance to go to the Sao Paulo temple in the last week of my mission, so I tried this there. And... nothing. I mean, I felt the generally good spiritual feelings I feel in the celestial room, but nothing in particular, or anything that felt like an answer to my prayer. I was quietly, privately devastated. I knew that I worked hard as a missionary, but I always doubted myself, and I very much wanted to feel some kind of confirmation. The answer did come, but on a different day, in a different context, and in a very different way. A good reminder to me that answers come in many different forms, and often when we're just moving along with the business of life, and doing what we need to do.You write so beautifully, Rosalyn! I confess I'm a little bit envious of your talent. Something for me to aspire to!
Laura,Thank you for sharing! And for the compliment. It's funny, but writing for Segullah has made me more aware than ever that I'm *not* as talented as I used to always think (or at least realize that there are lots of other talented writers out there).