Samantha thought she had her life mapped out—mission service, temple marriage, a growing family, and a dream of working in the medical field. But when her mission ended early, her faith cracked. Questions about God, Joseph Smith, and eternal families crept in. A diagnosis of bipolar 2 only deepened the divide. Tattoos replaced tradition. She went to church without partaking, and quietly questioned everything she once believed. Yet through it all, her husband stayed—praying, fasting, hoping. And then the dreams began. A temple. Her family in white. Three times, vivid and undeniable. She didn’t know it yet, but God was calling her home. This is a story of heartbreak and healing, of unanswered prayers and unexpected grace. Of a woman who thought she'd lost her place—until she walked back into the temple and found God had been holding her hand all along