This week was one of the hardest weeks I have ever had.
Ever.
In my 24 years of existence, this week was the worst.
As today is not only Easter but the start of a new week {a week that will be better than the last}, I found this especially appropriate to share.
"Each
of us will have our own Fridays—
those days when the universe itself
seems shattered
and the shards of our world lie littered about us in
pieces.
We all will experience those broken times when it seems
we can
never be put together again.
We will all have our Fridays.
We will all have our Fridays.
But
I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—
Sunday will
come.
In the darkness of our sorrow,
Sunday will come.
In the darkness of our sorrow,
Sunday will come.
No matter our desperation, no matter our grief,
Sunday will come.
Sunday will come.
In this life or the next,
Sunday will come."
Sunday will come."
This is my favorite talk given at General Conference.
Whether you are of the same faith as I am or not, I wholeheartedly invite you to read it in its entirety here. The start of the talk is tenderhearted, but my favorite parts come in middle.
During weeks like this past one, even though I have not experienced the death of a loved one, I am able to draw so much comfort from those inspired words.
I hope you are all having a Sunday, and not a Friday.
And a marvelous Easter Sunday, at that!
As I stay home from Church with a sick baby, let me share my second spiritual boost for this special day {which happens to be my SECOND favorite talk ever}:
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