The night we drove into Nauvoo, Illinois, I was tired, sick, and cranky.
And then I saw this:
I visited Nauvoo a couple times with my parents when I was a kid, but I hadn't been there since the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints announced it was rebuilding the Nauvoo Temple. The last time I was there, the temple lot was still just a big, empty lot. It always felt as if Nauvoo was missing something.
Seeing that temple shining in the darkness made me feel the Lord's arms of love around me, reminding me that He was aware of me, that He had not forgotten me.
I needed that.
Years later, when the Saints were again driven out of their home, this time to head across the plains to what would later become Utah, their beloved temple had to be left behind. It was later destroyed by fire and tornado.
In 1999, President Gordon B. Hinckley announced that the Nauvoo temple would be rebuilt. And so, this summer, when I returned to Nauvoo for the first time in thirteen years, the City Beautiful finally felt complete.
The Brown-Eyed Girl