On a Friday Morning

I went to the temple this morning. I try to go every week. Some days I am more present in my temple experience than others. This morning, my heart ached to go, it filled with joy from beginning to end, and it ached when I left. I tried to soak in every moment I was there. Sometimes when I leave the spirit whispers "hurry back" and I count the days til Friday. The last few weeks have been like that. My eyes are seeing and my ears are hearing new things and once again I am learning that preparation is everything.
He hears me.
He knows me.
He loves me.

What a beautiful Friday.