Teach Me About the Temple

The buzz of a travel alarm barely registered in my weary brain. Only when I heard stirrings of life around me did I bother to swat at the off button, and a squinting glance at the clock face confirmed my deepest fear: it was 2:45 a.m. Time to rise. My last evening at the MTC had included a devotional for departing missionaries and a final photo session with my district before heading off with my two companions to pack. Though my head hit my pillow at 12:45, my thoughts kept swirling for another full hour.