As she stepped up the stairs leading to the Detroit Temple, Ashley turned her head to the side, glancing over at the little bench where she and Caleb had kissed one another for the first time. She knew that it was time to get this over with. She had decided to take a few minutes in the temple to pray further about her decision.
That was the problem; she still hadn’t made a choice. She had to figure out a way to make a choice.
She finished her short walk up the stairs and in the doors. The quiet reverence of the temple fell over her. She knew if she was going to get some answers, this was the place to do it.
The Young Single Adult group from her Institute class were there to serve in the baptistry. Ashley followed all the other girls into the locker rooms to get changed. They laughed and talked quietly as they dressed in beautiful white jumpsuits and prepared to go and sit by the font.
Ashley positioned herself so that she was crowded into the far corner, where she could be alone with her thoughts. She bowed her head silently.
Father, she thought. I need your help. My heart is torn. It’s time to make a choice, and I don’t know yet what to do. Paul and Caleb are two of the most choice sons that thou hast placed on this earth. I would be more than lucky to be married to either of them. How am I supposed to choose?
Tears ran down her cheeks, but she had not thought to bring a tissue. She wiped at them with the back of her hand, hoping no one else had noticed.
Ashley hadn’t seen Caleb since their ill-fated morning when they’d woken up in each other’s arms on her living room floor. They’d talked on the phone and texted back and forth, but he was really busy with his residency and rounds at the hospital. They rarely spent time together. Would what little time they could spare be enough to build a future?
Ashley saw Paul every morning, but they didn’t speak much. They just worked side by side like they’d done for years. There was a quiet truce between them. If she chose Paul, would they already have enough of a foundation to last forever? Well, not forever. For the rest of their lives, but not for eternity.
Please… help me with my decision. Help me know the answer. Place firmly in front of me the man I’m supposed to marry. Please. It’s not fair to either of them, and it’s not fair to me. It’s not fair to any of our families. I’m ready now. I’m ready to get married and start the next phase in my life. I know that now. I’m ready. Please help me.
She looked up to find a sister beckoning her to rise and come down to the font. It was her turn.