There Is A Place

I was in my false self for a time on Saturday morning.

I felt a little lost without My T at the Temple.

Once my sister-in-law arrived, she offered me a seat next to her.

For that, I was immensely grateful.

And then I read THIS:

"And I soon go to the place of my rest, which is with my Redeemer; for I know that in Him I shall rest. And I rejoice in the day when my mortal shall put on immortality, and shall stand before Him; then shall I see His face with pleasure, and he will say unto me: Come unto me, ye blessed, there is a place prepared for you in the mansions of my Father."

Well, False Self, take that!

There is a place for ALL of us in the mansions of our Father.

All of us.

There is a place at a table for all of us in the mansions of our Father.

So, True Self... let's do this thing!

Side note:

Yesterday, before Sacrament Meeting, one of my Primary babies came up to me and wanted to sit with me.

Oh, how I love my babies.

I can't wait to be back with them next week as we resume some sort of Primary schedule.

God knew I needed these babies.

There is a place at their table for me every single week.

Their hugs.

Their smiles.

Their waves.

Their, "Where is the fruit snacks, Teacher?"

All the things.

Mansions will be full of their spirits, I am sure of it.