The Provo Tabernacle caught fire. The inside was destroyed. Now it's going to be a new Temple for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
I used to think my life was broken, or completely destroyed. Turns out sometimes you have to have your life fall apart completely before it can be rebuilt into something even better than its original form.
Just when I thought God had forgotten me entirely, I found He'd actually been keeping me closer at hand than ever before; I just had to open my eyes and see it.
He was building a Temple while I was crying over the burned Tabernacle.
Goodnight, dear void.
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