On Thursday, no appointment, no arrangement, bee in my bonnet, I camped out at my bishop’s office door. In all fairness, I did email to warn him- it’s time for my Recommend. We have been dancing around this for years now, and this week was my personal Appomattox. For no reason in particular, it was time. And when I say it was time, I meant now.
At 9:33 on Thursday night, I left the Stake Presidents office with a bright, shiny, signed living endowment recommend and a two-year, bar-coded, bona fide Temple Recommend.
Friday afternoon, a good friend and I called the Temple to set a date. It went downhill from there. First, the dates and times that worked for me were all filled. Then, the dates she had openings were suddenly filled when she entered my name. There was no living endowment session at this time, or there were no escorts available at that time- pretty soon, we were looking at dates more than two weeks away- and I felt my bubbly elation melting into frustration and irritation.
I remember the weeks between when I decided to get baptized and when it actually happened- and it was not pretty. My life has been full of rocks lately anyway, so adding some more bumps and potholes just doesn’t sound like all that much fun. Why torture myself?
Determined, I looked at my friend. “Can you go tonight?”
Startled, she covered the mouth of the phone, “I don’t think we can get you all your stuff by tonight.”
“OK, so tomorrow. Can we do it tomorrow?” The elderly lady on the phone tip-tapped into her computer, and confirmed that yes, tomorrow evening had plenty of room available, and was in fact a living endowment session. “Awesome. Book it.”
Distribution Services was open for two more hours- if I could find someone to watch my kids, we could totally make it. I just had to run carpool and make a few phone calls- Can you watch my kids? Yes? Fantastic! Be right there…
At the Distribution center, the kindly little ladies got our their measuring tapes and flipped through the catalogs and fabric samples. Lots and lots of white things later, I went home with two shopping sacks stuffed with my new duds, and specific directions from the nice little ladies on what I could and most emphatically could not do with my new things- including trying them on.
I live in a ward with a Temple in it’s boundaries. Half my ward works in the Temple. I can walk to the Temple from my house. So I decided to fly under the radar. While I appreciate the idea that so many people are excited and happy, and want to share in this with me, I just wanted to keep it small and quiet. So I only told three people. And then they told three people. And so on…
It was perfect anyway.
Less than 48 hours after receiving my Recommend, I find myself a fully endowed, temple attending, true-blue Mormon. Whoa. Yeah, whoa.
Those sweet, kind ladies at the Distribution Center? On Tuesday, when I go back down there, (because I have to, because seriously, I could fit me and all three of my kids in my under-duds) I’m taking them new tape measures. And maybe some reading glasses, too.