Maybe I’m a little selfish in my temple service.
Because mostly, it seems that I go for me.
I do like to think about the woman I’m doing ordinance work for. I like to think about her—I wonder what she’s like, if she’s there with me, if we’ll someday meet and connect in a heart to heart way I can’t fathom mortally. I wonder if she’s been waiting. If she knows something I don’t know, and if she’ll whisper it to me in my reverence.
But initially, as I head out every week, I’m going for something more: