I like my patriarchal blessing. It's pretty neat.
I bet you like yours too.
It's so special.
Wanna know a secret about mine? It uses the word "difficult" 18 times...at least.
(I lost track while trying to count them up this evening.)
I'm not gonna sugar-coat it: Today was a difficult day.
Some days just are, you know.
Some days you'll be misunderstood. Some days you'll be mislabeled.
Maybe even some years and maybe even by those who are supposed to know and love you best. I am trying MY best though. And I never will stop trying.
I love what President Uchtdorf said in his talk during the last conference:
"Please understand that what you see and experience now is not what forever will be. You will not feel loneliness, sorrow, pain, or discouragement forever. We have the faithful promise of God that He will neither forget nor forsake those who incline their hearts to Him.21Have hope and faith in that promise. Learn to love your Heavenly Father and become His disciple in word and in deed."
Tonight, I am holding onto that promise and, as always, working to become His disciple in word and deed. It's all I can do, especially during the "difficult times."
(Isn't it amazing...and sort of comforting...to know that he has felt this way too?)