Ladybirds in the Stairwell
Last week, Monic and I spent a few days at the Preston Temple.
It was nice just to slow down a little, pause and reflect.
In doing so, I began to notice some small things I would normally miss.
Twice during the week, I found a tiny ladybird trapped inside the temple stairwell.
I have no idea how they got there, but somehow, they were drawn in and unable to find their way back out.
Both times, I did the same simple thing.
I held out my hand, letting it climb on, and then carried it gently back outside to enjoy its freedom once more.
It was such a small, almost insignificant thing to do… and yet, it didn’t feel insignificant.
Because standing there, just for a moment, I found myself thinking:
How often do we find ourselves a little like that ladybird?
Drawn into something…
Then finding ourselves a little bit stuck.
Not quite sure how to find our way out again.
Freedom
And yet, as we exercise our faith in Jesus Christ, He provides a way.
Often, that way is found in the covenants we make with Him, those quiet promises that guide us back when we feel a little lost.
Not always in dramatic ways, but gently, quietly even.
Through small moments, small promptings… even small acts.
That simple moment reminded me of something I hadn’t fully seen before.
The temple isn’t just a place we go to serve.
It’s a place where help is available on both sides of the veil.
Where we are steadied.
And where, often without us even noticing, we are quietly set free.
Temples are places where we can find refuge from the storms of life.
Free from distraction.
Free from noise.
Free to remember who we are and what matters most.
It is, after all, a sacred, quiet place where, through Jesus Christ – heaven and earth meet.
Sometimes, all it takes is slowing down enough to notice.
I am so grateful for the temple, for its beauty, its peace, and for the way divine guidance comes through promptings and impressions from the Holy Ghost.
Where in your life might the Lord be quietly trying to lead you back to freedom?
