sometimes you drive a different way

Wednesday morning, I was grateful for the University exit in Provo.  Grateful to get off of I-15 a little earlier.  Grateful to drive down University until I came up on Provo High and remembered that that was where I turned to get to the hospital.  Grateful to find my way to my mom's little corner of the hospital and grateful that her surgery went well.  Grateful that I had passed the Provo Tabernacle, as I do anytime I drive through Provo.  Grateful that this particular time, I not only saw it, but really looked at it and admired it's beauty, it's history, it's memories.

I consider it a tender mercy that I decided to stay on University all the way to the hospital, because I couldn't remember if the hospital was on 5th or some other road.

image from here

I know these extra hormones have made me more prone to tears, but I couldn't help shedding tears when I woke up this morning to find out that the Provo Tabernacle was burning up in flames.  It is truly a sad loss for everyone who has grown up in Utah county.