Sunday

It's never a good sign when you wake up on Sunday morning with a massive to-do-before-church list. I had accepted the fact that today was going to be more of a "me feeding others" day than a "me being fed" day, and as we pulled out of the driveway with two minutes to go before church started, I knew that feeling the Spirit today was going to be a challenge.

We shuffled the family into a bench in the chapel as the opening hymn was being sung around us and my mind was already going through my to-do-at-church list. We finally got settled and I was able to put a few things out of my mind as I tried to focus on the meeting I was in.

A young woman stood up to speak and somewhere between separating squirming children and picking up fallen pretzels, I followed her enough to know that she was talking about eternal families and preparing for a temple marriage.

Having grown up in this church I have probably heard several hundred talks on this subject and having already been married in the temple, I was taken aback at the intensity with which I found myself listening to her.

Then she read through some of the requirements that are necessary to be worthy to enter the temple and she said something like, "As I date and will eventually look for someone to marry I have to ask myself, is this person willing to live worthily so that he can go to the temple with me? Will he honor the covenants that we make there?"

At that moment, my "to do" lists were gone and I looked over at the man sitting next to me. I thought of the questions she mentioned and a peaceful, eternal feeling came over me, as if someone was saying, "Yes, he has and he will. You made the right choice. He is a good man."

It was the Spirit. I ended up being fed after all.

PS. To all of my dear friends who are not of my faith: to learn more about my faith, and how you can have an eternal family, visit www.mormon.org.