Yesterday I was able to go to the temple with my littlest sister for the first time. Partly because it had been a while since I had been there myself, and partly because it was her first time it was a more emotional experience than usual. I was humbled by it all really. I am amazed at how quickly the human mind forgets things.
When I was a kid and we would get ants in the summer I would always complain "why do ants even exist?!" When I get bit by mosquitoes and swell up I curse their very existence. I recently have become a very good complainer about the heat, and various other uncomfortable aspects of life that come from pregnancy and being poor.
When I was at the temple I realized something though. Not that I have never thought this before but perhaps not as strong. I am a sinner. I sin, and instead of being struck down every time, I am allowed to sin and take my time and repent and learn from it. If ants and other unpleasant things are what I have to suffer, it seems I am getting the easy way out. I know that Christ suffered for me and because of me at Gethsemane. I know I am not perfect. Yet, he loves me and his grace is sufficient that if I can suffer through these trials I will have everything that I love most in this world with me forever. Jones and C and my little Toby who kicked inside me the whole time we were there.
It is far too easy for me to lose sight of all that. I am going to make a commitment to go to the temple more often so that my focus doesn't get lost on the things of this world. Because when I look at my life through Heaven's eyes it truly is wonderful.