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. -Joseph B Wirthlin
I can't even begin to express how much this feels like my life right now. I am definitely experiencing a "Friday" in my life. I really do feel like my world (and my heart) has shattered and is lying in pieces. But I also know that Sunday will come. I know that it will get better. For now, I will cling to that knowledge and hope for that day. I pray it isn't too far off.
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