Life in Idaho has been hard to adjust to, but I’ve been adjusting nevertheless. In all honesty, one of the hardest parts about the first week was figuring out where I was. I had a handy little paper map, and Google Maps on my phone, but the paper map was outdated and the GPS couldn’t tell me where I was most of the time. Still, they managed to get me to my classes unscathed.
Getting home, however, was another story entirely. Somehow whenever I would try to leave the way I came, I would only get more lost. My phone was completely useless at this point, and I was too stubborn to ask for directions, so instead I started looking for the temple. I knew where the temple was in relation to my apartment, so I knew that if I could get myself to the temple I could get myself home.
The result of this idea was an adventure. Every day that week I would use the temple as my compass, and every day I would end up going a different way. Some days I cut through buildings and parking lots, some days I wandered through gardens and apple orchards; one day in particular, I thought I had found a shortcut, but instead found myself walking around a giant track with only one outlet far away from my apartment. The path I took each day was not easy or the same, but it was always pointed toward the temple, and I always found my way home in the end.
I don’t like to sound super cheesy, but I’m grateful for the metaphorical lesson I’ve learned my first weeks in Rexburg about always looking to the temple for direction in my life. As I’m preparing to serve a mission, I’m also preparing to make sacred covenants in the temple, and I can’t think of any better lesson I need in my life right now.