Nov 19, 2008

Sunday will come


I have been thinking about an experience all day and feel that I need to share it. For what purpose and for whom, I don't know, but it's been on my mind. Perhaps it was remembering while driving to work this morning or maybe it was the conversation I had with an old friend later today as she shared with me her very real and difficult struggles.

Two and half years ago, our old dog, Maggie, died of old age. It was a sad day for all of us. We cried until our eyes were swollen. We planned on getting another dog after an appropriate grieving period. Instead, our lives were turned upside down with events we couldn't control. We went through a very, very dark time where things went from really bad to worse. When we didn't think it could get worse, it did. We seemed to be literally hanging on for dear life. Prayers were more sincere and desperate. Answers trickled into our hearts but nothing concrete seemed to happen. That October, we found ourselves watching conference with hungry souls as Elder Wirthlin delivered his talk entitled, "Sunday Will Come." It was as if he was speaking directly to us. The premise was that Christ was crucified on Friday. All who followed Christ were devastated as they watched with horror the events unfold. But in a short time, Sunday morning came and Jesus Christ was resurrected.

"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. "

We continued plodding through life. We continued celebrating the great victory of getting out of bed every morning and surviving until bedtime that night. Our journey continued and life improved incrementally. We saw blessings and answers to prayers along the way and we continued on knowing that "Sunday would come."

March came. Husband and oldest son stole sneaky looks at each other and disappeared for an hour. When they came home, they looked like they were going to explode with happiness. A little yellow lab followed them into the house. Getting a dog was not the answer to solving our problems and it seemed like an inopportune time. On the other hand, I could not look at those puppy dog eyes (the boys', not the dog's) and tell them to take her back. We discussed dog names. There was Goldie, Lucky, Stupid (that might have been my idea), and finally my husband looked at me and said, "What about Sunday?"

Things continued to get better slowly over the next year and a half but at that moment, in one corner of the world, Sunday had come.

6 comments:

Stephanie said...

so sweet---thank you for sharing that--my only problem is that everyday is a FIRDAY!! (just kidding, although i do have my fair share of Fridays through the week)

wendy said...

Thanks a lot for making me cry.

erin black said...

This makes me so happy :) :)
Beautifully put, my friend.

The Shep's Herd said...

THank you so much for your Christmas card. I was so excited to see you had a blog. IF it ok I'm going to add your link to my blog so I cna keep in touch with your family. This post was so sweet. We are in a Friday and Bro. Worthlin words are so comforting. Thank you so much for adding your thoughts. It's so good to see you beautiful family . I'm so happy your all doing well. Come catch up with us on our blog. theshepsherd.blogspot.com

Julie A. said...

Hi Nancy-
Thanks for the Christmas Card-I look forward them to every year to see how your family has grown. I loved reading your blog, thanks so much for sharing your thoughts on "Sunday Will Come." It's been a rough, rough year for me and I really enjoyed them, they made me cry and helped me to remember what is important. I also shared your blog with my mom so she could see the pics. She wanted to see that "cute little kid named Tony LaPray with the big brown eyes." That's pretty much how she always says his name.
Hope this holiday season finds you enjoying the peace and love of the season.
Love-
Julie

Wendi said...

I'm just a stranger that followed your link from Paul's blog. Thanks for sharing this. You have a talent for writing. :)