“Why didn’t you call me? You could have come with us!” My neighbor’s face was furrowed with concern, and mine was furrowed with confusion. It took me a moment to figure out what she was referring too—ward temple night. I had seen her, and many members of the ward, when we met together on Friday night to do a session at the temple. Flustered by her concern, I stumbled over my response: “I came straight from work; no, actually I picked up someone else and brought her but her husband took her home; um, well, I always go by myself.” She sighed and walked off down the hallway of the church, as baffled by my reaction to her concern as I was by her attempt to reach out to me. You see, I always go to the temple by myself. In fact, I prefer to attend alone and had almost not gone to ward temple night. I debated going for weeks beforehand, and I’m still not sure why I feel so uncomfortable being in the temple with people I know.
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