I love hearing about love. I love it when people find love and when my friends finally find their match. I have seen it over and over and over again. It's beautiful.
But some days, it's hard.
When it's your roommate. Your best friend. Those two girls in your last ward that you thought, if you've gotta be single at least you have them along on the ride. Your ex-boyfriend. That guy you had a crush on. That one girl who was single a month ago and is getting married next month. And it all happens on the same weekend. And they say things like, "He just cares so much about me. My happiness is his first priority. I feel so loved and so lucky." Then. I feel a little more alone in the world. At that moment it's just a little more difficult to be in love with this single life.
So then you go to the temple. And then you go work out on a Saturday night. And then you go to bed and think, it's ok to admit it's hard. And Sunday will still come.
"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."
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