Sunday Will Come

I can't believe it's been a year already since Benjamin was born and lost. Today it rained and snowed. It snowed the day of his funeral too. We drove all around town to find the perfect bouquet of white flowers to lay on his grave. We sat by his grave and remembered all the things that have happened this last year. I looked at his pictures- the few things I really have of him.

I don't talk about it a lot for several reasons. For one, it needs to be in my own way and on my own terms. For another, I am still working through all my feelings. For another, a lot of things about it are very sacred and dear to my heart. However, I will say I am glad it was around Easter. One thing I've learned over this last year is how real and wonderful the atonement of Jesus Christ is. Before it seemed like a nice thing to be true, now it matters. The hope that all will be made right some day through the atonement and the healing the atonement offers for our sorrows today are wonderful and amazing.

I just want to end with a quote. We put it on the funeral program and it is one I have been thinking about a lot lately. The beauty of it stirs my heart and gives me hope.

"(The day the Savior was crucified) was a Friday filled with devastating, consuming sorrow that gnawed at the souls of those who loved and honored the Son of God.

I think that of all the days since the beginning of the this world's history, that Friday was the darkest.

But the doom of that day did not endure.

The despair did not linger because on Sunday, the resurrected Lord burst the bonds of death. He ascended from the grave and appeared gloriously triumphant as the Savior of mankind.

And in an instant the eyes that had been filled with ever-flowing tears dried. The lips that had whispered prayers of distress and grief now filled the air with wondrous praise, for Jesus the Christ, the Son of the Living God, stood before them as the first fruits of the Resurrection, the proof that death is merely the beginning of a new and wondrous existence.

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.

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.

No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come."

-Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin, Ensign, November 2006, Sunday Will Come

I believe that to be true.