It’s 9:30 p.m. and I’m leaving my house. It feels so strange that the neighbor’s kids are likely already asleep. I don’t think I’ve left to go anywhere after children’s bedtimes since before the pandemic began. I don’t trust my internal sense of direction when it’s this dark, so I pull out my phone, open Google Maps, and type in “Draper Utah Temple.” “Your location might be closed when you arrive,” my Google friend warns me. “Oh, trust me, I know,” I say smiling. I begin my 18-minute drive to the Draper temple. The temple sits on the Wasatch Mountains, meaning for the entire drive, I’m able to look up and see my final destination. It brings new meaning to the words Isaiah penned: