Moving to Tulsa has been really good for us. We have learned to come together as a family and completely rely on one another. We've had a hard time making friends, but that has only increased our love for one another. We enjoy every moment that we can spend together. One of the hardest things for us has been having a temple almost 2 hours away AND not having family around to drop Charlotte off for the day. We do have a handful of friends that I'm sure would take her, but I feel bad burdening them with another child for 6-8 hours. Or a child at all if they don't even have kids! :) I know it's silly, and we learned our lesson for sure yesterday. We have had some trying circumstances since we moved here and wanted to go to the temple for answers to our prayers. We went seeking peace and comfort. Needless to say, we didn't receive the peace we wanted. Satan worked on us so hard yesterday. He put good things in our way to distract us from leaving at the time we wanted. He gave us trials on the way to the city that were so stupid, but made it frustrating to get there and feel the spirit. When we got into OKC we were almost 3 hours early for the next session. So we decided to shop around for nothing, really. We stumbled upon a suit store in the mall and decided to get George a couple new suits because they were on sale and it's his birthday AND Father's Day this month. We lost track of time and were only 6 minutes late to the only session we could attend. I was going to do the session and George was going to do other work after I finished. It was so upsetting. I wanted answers! I wanted peace! I NEED comfort, dang it!! I was angry and had a really hard time trying to feel the spirit in the temple. I came out and George had a big smile on his face, expecting me to come out happy and spiritually refreshed. Not so much. He held me in his arms as I cried in anger and frustration. He's so good to me. He offered to just go home and he would skip his turn, but I thought maybe HE would get the answers and comfort we were seeking, so I asked him to take his turn for an hour. When I came back to get him, he felt the same as I did (minus the water works, he's so brave). He too was frustrated and angry and couldn't get the stupid "Baby Songs" video that was on in the car, out of his head. This was the hardest we have EVER had to focus while in the temple. Satan worked on us all day. I have never felt his power so strongly before. It was awful. On our way home, George and I talked about major decisions and questions we've had since we've been married. With each one, we were able to be in the temple TOGETHER and sit and ponder and pray and communicate our feelings TOGETHER. Yesterday we were seeking the same sort of thing, but didn't get to be TOGETHER. We have learned a lot and will be prepared next time. Babysitter, change, sleep, leave early, leave work at home, uplifting music, etc... Now we know, but it was a hard day anyway. While we waited, I did take some pictures of the temple. It is the smallest temple I have ever seen. Smaller than the Vernal, UT temple!! Anyway, here they are!
