It's good and all that even when I slip, I'm loved by the Savior. Even after a slip, I am wanted in His Kingdom. Even when I slip, I can choose better next time.
But, if I hadn't slipped two weeks ago....
I'd be going to the temple today. Maybe now. Maybe this very moment. It kills me. Dear past me, please don't do it. Please don't do it. Please don't do it. Please let future me go to the temple. The day will come. It's not fiction! It's real.
So--
Dear future me, please don't mess it up again. Dear now me, please be careful and cautious. Please allow me to attend the temple in three months. It's not that far. You can do it. I can do it.
Today could have been the best day of my life.
I know what you mean.
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