Never Really Alone

Never Really Alone

From Chicken Soup for the Latter-day Saint Soul

Never Really Alone

And ye cannot bear all things now; nevertheless, be of good cheer, for I will lead you along. The kingdom is yours and the blessings thereof are yours, and the riches of eternity are yours.

D&C 78:18

Feeling particularly discouraged and downhearted, I headed for the temple, knowing I could find peace and comfort in the house of the Lord. My spirits lifted somewhat as I put on my white clothing and sat in the chapel, the muted strains of familiar hymns drifting through my mind. As our group filed down the hall and entered the endowment room, I silently prayed for the peace I needed to stay positive and in tune while dealing with very difficult circumstances.

I sat on the end of the row and concentrated on what was happening around me. As the endowment ceremony progressed, however, I began feeling more and more discouraged: Glancing around the room, I saw glittering diamonds and thick gold bands everywhere. Everyone in our small company was married—all except me. I began aching anew from the loneliness of losing a companion to divorce after twenty-six years of marriage, and a wave of sadness washed over me. I felt alone, betrayed and rejected.

Wanting desperately to feel peace instead of sorrow, I offered another silent prayer. Tears stung my eyes, and I know that Heavenly Father must have felt my intensity as I silently cried out, “Please, Heavenly Father, let me know that you are aware of me and that you love me.”

At that very moment, the temple worker who was sitting at the rear of the endowment room got to her feet, walked to where I was sitting, smiled at me with a radiant glow and gently stroked my arm several times. Then she squeezed my hand, gazed deeply into my eyes, smiled again and returned to her seat, without speaking a word.

I was humbled and grateful to know that my Heavenly Father loved me enough that He inspired that sister to come directly to me and provide a handful of loving gestures. I know they were from Him, and my heart soared. I may not have had a companion in mortality, but I know with a sweet assurance that I am never really alone.

Kathy Frandsen

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