Sunday, November 1, 2015

My Special Friend

I was hoping that title would get you to read this. This really is about my special friend! But I'll explain that later. To answer that initial question of whether I could keep this blog thing up...I can't. And I'm not going to promise to be better. Because I might not be. But I am going to post today.
 I can't say enough times how much I love going to the temple. Classic example, the other week I felt scheduled to the max and didn't see how it was all going to work out. The time came for my trip to the temple and I almost talked myself out of it. But I don't want to skip a week. Because I don't want it to get easier to skip the next week after that. I need the temple so badly! So I went. After I biked up there it was getting pretty late in the morning. I was worried I would be late to my class. While I was in the temple though I felt like I needed to make a change in plans and do a sealing session instead of an endowment. I did it and it was so amazing. The sheer enormity of the blessings that are offered us struck me and I remembered a quote by Sister Reeves that says, "it is my personal feeling that the reward is so great, so eternal and everlasting, so joyful and beyond our understanding that in that day of reward, we may feel to say to our merciful, loving Father, “Was that all that was required?" Being single in Provo, Utah is hard. I groan inside whenever someone makes the "Marriage is great, you should all try it!" when they speak at church or similar comments like that. It's not that I'm not trying, it just hasn't happened yet. I miss having a missionary companion a lot, actually, and wouldn't mind having an eternal one of those! Being single can get a little lonely, to be sure. But whatever the costs, I know that whenever I do receive that blessing it will be amazing and I will realize how small the costs really were. So long story short, it was wonderful. And it took less time than a session and I made it to class with time to spare. 
Today I went to the temple with my awesome roommate Maddie. We just sat on the grounds and read and pondered for a little bit. I was thinking about something I had been told, that I had a special friendship with Heavenly Father. And for whatever reason I was kind of being cynical about it. Like, remember on the movie The Incredibles where the mom says, "Everyone's special Dash" and he says, "Which is another way of saying no one is"? I was thinking that Heavenly Father loves us all equally, so how could I possibly have a special friendship with Him? Wouldn't we all? I was thinking of it in that context-that in order to be a special daughter to Heavenly Father I would have to be different somehow. But while I was sitting there it occurred to me that that's not really what special means. Doesn't special indicate some kind of exceptional or remarkable quality, not just necessary different? I realized that we all hold a divine, special relationship with God. I had been feeling a little let down the past couple weeks, but I realized that I had a special relationship with God, unlike any other earthly relationship, and that I had a friend who would be there for me always, no matter what.