A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

          I went to the Temple today. As with many things, I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with the Temple. I'll admit, there is something different about it. Something good. So many times I have been there and not felt any different than when outside of the walls. Last night was the first time I had been there in many months. As I sat there, I reflected on the last time I was there. I had a very clear picture in my head of something I needed to do. I won't go into detail, as it's a private matter, but I could see two different outcomes. One if I did this thing, and the other if I didn't. It was a hard thing. One of the hardest I've ever had to do. As I said, it's been several months since then, and this time as I sat there, I saw a clear picture of where I'm headed now. There was no fork in the road this time. I saw it. 

          I thought back at all the times I'd been there. All the times I was so frustrated thinking I didn't matter. Feeling hated. Wondering why I couldn't feel what others testified to feeling. I'm not sure I'll ever know the answer to that, but as I said before, I am trying to learn the language He uses to speak to me. I started to remember other times that I saw these little fleeting pictures that would guide me.  There have been many.  I took them for granted as I sat bitterly wondering why I didn't feel any different.  Seems so simple now. Pictures, duh!