My husband and I went to the temple on Saturday morning, early. It had been just over a month since we'd been; but I was needing to be there, more than anywhere else in the world.
I have been struggling lately with being a mom. I love my kids like crazy. I want them to be happy. But, I was getting caught up in the daily duties of being a mom, along with completing requirements from school, Scouts, sports, play groups, piano lessons, church, etc. I was feeling overwhelmed. I felt like I was suffocating. I told my husband last week that, no matter what, I was neglecting at least two, and most often three of the kids all of the time. I was bombarded with feelings of guilt, frustration, sadness, and dismay.
Basically, I felt like the mother I want to be is not the mother that I am.
Before going to the temple, I needed to feel Heavenly Father's love. I needed to be reassured that He would strengthen me and help me to be a better mom. I needed help exercising faith in Him, in His desire and ability to help me raise my children.
I felt all of that and more while in the temple on Saturday. It was wonderful. I came out with added peace, hope, and strength. I am so grateful to live near a temple. Last year we lived far from a temple, and we had a newborn baby, so we seldom went.
Some friends just sent us a picture of this temple in San Diego. My husband and I went to this temple while we were on our honeymoon in San Diego. I could not believe how beautiful it was inside. (Obviously, it's not the one we live nearby. Here's the link to the site where I found the picture.)