That evening I was complaining to Derek on the phone about morning sickness and not wanting to go through this for a 5th time. He told me to look past right now and view how I will feel at 17 weeks. How I will feel so much better then and to not think about right now. I wasn't too sure of this idea. How could that help?
As I went to bed I decided to watch Mormon Messages to help me not be so lonely with out my sweet husband. I watched one entitled "Sunday Will Come," with excerpts from a talk given by Elder Wirthlin. He talks about how Christ had to suffer on Friday. What a terrible day that was for Christ. But He got through it and then was resurrected on Sunday. He had won the battle, He had succeeded in His mission here on earth.
Elder Wirthlin concludes by saying:
"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."
This has been my new motto. When I don't feel good, when I can't seem to go on and the task seems too much to do I remember that my Sunday will come.
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