Temple

Yesterday I was blessed to go to the temple in the morning. At 4am when my alarm went off I felt slothful and was ready to reason my way out of going. But I prayed Heavenly Father would help me to be more faithful. So the Spirit reminded me of some important things. I asked myself some questions: Am I sleeping in a tent? Do I have to pull a midnight guard duty in the snow? Do I have to get up and pull a heavy handcart? No. No. No. So that's when I told myself to get out of bed and hop into my hot shower, cross the street to the temple, and sit in peaceful comfort. Wow! What a sacrifice!

Sometimes it's embarrassing how wimpy I am! So many have sacrificed everything and suffered terribly to build up the kingdom. Am I worthy to share the kingdom with such? I think not. I can bearly haul myself out of bed to go to the temple.

I'm so grateful for the example of early pioneers and latter-day pioneers. They inspire me to stand a little taller, take my callings and duties more seriously, and press on. I know I'm not even close to them in character and faith, but I'm better than I would be because of their dedication. Heavenly Father has blessed us with their stories of faith and fortitude.