This morning I woke up my new friend, who greeted the day with a big smile. I helped her put on her shoes, do the necessary things in the bathroom, and helped her gather together her temple clothing. Today was her temple day. I brought her a tray of food for breakfast, and then made the rounds to check in on some of my other new friends. A while later, I looked up to see several other women, all dressed in white, walking down the hallway to the front room of the care center. I followed them in to wish them well, and was meet by a room full of others dressed in their temple whites. They were smiling and happy and excited for their excursion to the temple. As I walked away, I have to admit that I was a little overcome with emotion at the humble show of power and strength in that little living room, being exhibited by some of God's greatest warriors who have gracefully and gratefully "endured many things, and will endure many more things." They are showing me how it's done, how to serve and endure and do what's right, until I have "finished my work on the earth."
