As much as I dislike that my body wakes me up at 4:30 am most days, I have noticed something special about my early mornings. I receive certain impressions, ideas, and inspiration in the wee hours before sunrise. Perhaps it is the quiet of the house, no interruptions from other members of the household. Maybe I am more receptive to spiritual messages when my mind is first alert and hasn't moved on to my personal to-do list. Who knows? A couple of weeks ago, I had the strong feeling that not only did I need make the effort to go to the temple with my husband, but that we needed go with my husband's good friend/co-worker and his wife. Attending the LDS temple for an endowment session is not an entirely passive activity. I would need someone beside me to guide my weak hands. To help me walk from one room to the next, to tie the bows on my temple clothing. (To make sure I stayed awake the entire 2 hours!) So going with another couple was a logical decision based on my needs. But why not invite my parents or some close neighbor friends? Why this particular couple? I still don't know exactly why, but I know that the more I get to know them, the more I love them - they are fast becoming some of my favorite people! It is uncanny the things that we have in common, from favorite movies and hobbies, places we've lived, values and things we hold dear... God put them in our lives for a reason.
One more lovely experience concerning our temple date last night: Going there was a huge milestone for me. It was physically challenging to participate in the temple endowment session - an activity that really wasn't big deal pre-surgery. Not only did I feel spiritually renewed, but I felt a huge sense of accomplishment. As my husband and I reunited at our final destination in the celestial room of the temple, we embraced and I wept, overcome with emotion. I felt the joy of my small yet HUGE accomplishment. And I felt tremendous love for my husband and best friend who has stood and continues to stand by my side through this crazy journey. We found out later that a temple worker pulled our friend aside to quietly ask about my husband and I, being so outwardly emotional in a quiet and sacred room. (I didn't think we were THAT disruptive!) He gently whispered the cliff notes version of my brain troubles to the curious woman. This is what made my heart sing: She had supposed we were newlyweds, or just about to be married! I LOVE that we are still so deeply devoted after nearly 20 years and a passel of kids, that someone would mistake us for newlyweds!! That was the crowning jewel of my evening!
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December 2020
About MeMy name is Andrea. I'm a Mormon mom in my 40's and I am fighting a rare type of brain cancer: Anaplastic Astrocytoma. |