A few weeks ago I got lost while folding the laundry. I was still standing by the bed as I sorted the clothes, but I got lost in my imagination. It happens sometimes. Sometimes I find myself on a cross country motorcycle trip. Other times I'm sailing in a pacific paradise. That day I found myself inside the Salt Lake Temple.
The thing I like about daydreaming is I am in complete control. Unlike a regular dream where I just sit back and enjoy the show, daydreams are interactive. Of course it is just in my head, but sometimes I surprise myself.
So I found myself inside the temple, and the place is empty. I figured if there isn't anyone around, there was one room I wanted to visit. I worked my way to the Celestial room, moved a vase, opened the door and stepped inside. But someone was already there.
There was a familiar stranger sitting in a chair waiting for me. I greeted him and said that it was good to finally meet. He smiled and told me that I had seen him before. I asked if he would show me where I had seen him. He complied and changed into the people that I have helped. I saw the faces of family and friends. I saw those that needed help and I was willing to share. It felt great to see the good that I had done in my life.
Knowing that the conversation was not over, I asked if I had seen him in other places. He said yes and started to show me the people I ignored. I saw the people I hurt. I saw the people who asked for my help, and I was not willing to share. This took a lot longer than I thought it would.
I thanked my friend for his time and left the room. As I worked my way back to my bedroom and my pile of laundry I decided the next time I had that conversation, there would be more of the people I helped and fewer of those I ignore.