I had a hard week. I cried a lot. I would guess that some of you guys had a hard week as well. And talking about it and acknowledging the hard always helps. I went to church today, and I felt love. Love from my big brother who understands perfectly every single tear I’ve ever cried. Because of Him, I have hope that the hard days will become something beautiful, that the pain I sometimes feel increases my capacity for joy, and that He has a plan greater than I can understand. I’m so grateful for that constant hope in my life. 


My Savior