My day started out with directions in one hand, umbrella in the other, and a heavy backpack on my shoulders. I was off to find the temple in Bern and then on to Geneva to visit Jane...
It is always a relief when I suddenly realize, sometimes every few minutes, that I'm not lost! I had made it to Bern...now the smaller community of Zollikofen. The rain was really coming down as I stood by the train station wondering which direction to go with directions smudged and minus an umbrella I left on the train I headed up a street that I thought was in the right direction. I pulled the hood down low on my rain jacket and stopped every few minutes so that I could look up. After a few minutes I noticed an awning where I could get out of the rain for a minute and see where to go next. I shook the rain from my hood-- I began to doubt that I could find it on my own and wondered why I attempted it and I was on the verge... As I looked up I saw through the street the white and gold of the temple! I gasped and couldn't believe that it was right in front of me and immediately felt a rush of relieve and joy! I can check that off---- "Not lost!" I was overcome with emotion again when I walked through the doors and heard those sweet words, "Welcome to the temple."
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