I was with my sister, her husband, and their child in Jerusalem. They had moved back and were staying in an apartment building. The rooms were old and dark with no windows. We walked down a long hallway and then exited onto a covered veranda. As I looked out, I could see the temple mount in Jerusalem. It was still in ruins. The sun was shining, and I could hear thousands of angels singing as I looked up. To my right was a bridge that people were crossing over, most heading towards the mount. I walked across the bridge, and as I approached the temple, I felt the overwhelming presence of God come over me. I dropped to the ground powerless, and laid flat on my face. All my emotions poured through me, and I cried to the Lord: “Father, how long until you rebuild your temple?” Then I awoke.