Converging

Yesterday while I was driving home from AZ, I decided to look at my calendar to see what my obligations were.  I realized that it was the 1st Tuesday of the month, which means Temple day.  I'm not gonna lie, I gave out a little sigh.  Coming home from a trip is always hectic and my to-do list was already long enough without adding this.  I decided to send out my little email reminder to everyone and just get over my big bad self.  

Last night I got a txt from a friend that hasn't gone with us saying that she was going to go this time.  OK, locked in now for sure, so no more trying to get out of it.  

Right after that txt my daughter came to me with a request.  Since she wasn't at school on her birthday, I should come in to eat lunch with her and bring some donuts for her class.  Now I had to decide.  Which is more important.  It is really tough to decide sometimes.  Well, not really, but it does make me question sometimes.  I have a "nothing is going to stop me from going to the temple" attitude because I have found that there are a million reasons that keep people from attending, so I just don't give myself any.  We ended up coming up with the solution of doing this little celebration on wed instead.  Phew, everyone is still happy.

My friend, M, that always goes with me, usually sends me a txt to let me know if she is riding with or driving herself.  I didn't get one this morning.  I had a thought that I should check on her.  I had almost talked myself out of it because she is so good about communicating with me.  She thought I had ESP because her morning plans just all fell apart so she was thinking about not going herself.  Now, she was locked in.  

My neighbor and friend just got back even later than we did last night and thought about not going because of all the things she had to do.  Apparently, I am a voice in her head now. She heard me saying that she needed to forget about everything else and just go to the Temple and everything else would work itself out.  That's pretty funny that we don't even have to be in the same room for her to get one of my awesome lectures.  haha

When we arrived at the Temple it was "Missionary Day."  This is the day that the Elders and Sisters that are going home get to attend the temple for their last day on their mission.  How glorious is that?  What is even more glorious is that our favorite Elder that served for 6 months in our ward was there.  He lit up like a Christmas tree to see the 4 of us there.  It felt like we had come just for him.  The Mission Presidents wife even thanked us for coming out because she saw how much it meant to him.  It was really fun to get to give him such a celestial send off.  Does it matter that we had no idea that he was going to be there today?  Nope, not one bit.  It felt like we meant to, and so many lives had to converge to even make the event possible, that it was nothing short of divine.