A wonderful friend and priesthood brother of mine is going through something unimaginable, and has been for years now.
As a husband and a father, this is just about as tough as it gets; I can’t even begin to imagine the pain that plummets the depths of his soul.
We’ve talked several times throughout this experience about a fundamental human need that helps us make it through these tough trials:
He shares that he can understand having hope in the long run; you know, hope in the next life, hope that things eventually will work out okay.
But what about today?
Or, even more difficult, what about tomorrow, when it is even darker than today?
I’ve lain awake trying to pull my thoughts together and put words to what I feel and know within. Chances are pretty good that I’m going to botch this up, but I’ll try anyway.