Long Story
Two years ago, on our way home from North Carolina, we found ourselves in Nashville on a Saturday night. We had Callie with us and we were in the hotel and she texted me to see if Wes would be mad if we didn't go to church the next day. Well, Wes saw the text and was mad and Callie was mad that we had to go to church, I never want to go to church when we are on the road, but we went. On that particular day, three things happened that I knew I needed to do. Two young women spoke. They had just been on a trip to Palmyra and Kirtland. The first one talked about how beautiful the view from inside the temple was as you look at the Sacred Grove. The second one talked about how her grandmother told her to touch the trees in the grove because they were there when Jesus came. She also talked about the Kirtland temple and how the floors were original and to, okay, I'm still a little fuzzy on that point. The third thing was that their little Primary sang Pioneer songs. When I left ...