So, I love the Mount Timpanogos Temple (in case you didn't know) and there's one worker in particular who always makes me laugh. But yesterday I wanted to cry (no, really) when he told me he'd been "promoted" to working upstairs (in the areas off-limits to me, for the time being) and likely won't be seeing me again. Here's how our conversation went:
Him: "We need to get you endowed, young lady. Tuesdays just won't be the same without you."
Me: "Well, I either need to be 25 or married for that to happen, so it'll be awhile."
Him: "I'll keep putting you on the prayer roll. That ought to speed things up a bit."
(Um, so now I need divine intervention to get married? thanks, I think...)
See you around, Brother Lewis. Hopefully soon.
PS. Isn't it pretty? My own little spot of heaven on earth
2 comments:
thats so sweet!
Everyone needs diving intervention to get married!! At least if you want to get the really good ones. That was my secret. I prayed, and fasted, and went to the temple a lot seeking answers and inspiration for my dating life. Then I was BLESSED with diving intervention.
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