Easter weekend

We had a wonderful weekend, as it sounds like most of you did. Friday night we had date night with some wonderful neighbor friends. We played games, talked and had dessert. It was great.

 Saturday we worked in the temple and, although it was extra crazy, we loved it as always. We came home, took a nap and then organized the garage. I also painted a few more items.

Jake made shelves for his workbench in the garage and in the process told me that I can't buy anymore paint until all of it is used. I'm not worried, because I'm pretty sure I'm done with paint for a few years.

We went to bed exhausted on Saturday night and looking forward to Easter morning.  Easter was a wonderful day- filled with the spirit and a great day of reflection.  I'm glad we didn't have to lead and play the music- that always makes my day less stressful.

Easter morning I listened to this wonderful talk on the Resurrection of our Savior.


These words bring me comfort and peace.

I think of how dark that Friday was when Christ was lifted up on the cross.
On that terrible Friday the earth shook and grew dark. Frightful storms lashed at the earth.
Those evil men who sought His life rejoiced. Now that Jesus was no more, surely those who followed Him would disperse. On that day they stood triumphant.
On that Friday the Apostles were devastated. Jesus, their Savior—the man who had walked on water and raised the dead—was Himself at the mercy of wicked men. They watched helplessly as He was overcome by His enemies.

On that Friday the Savior of mankind was humiliated and bruised, abused and reviled.
It was a Friday filled with devastating, consuming sorrow that gnawed at the souls of those who loved and honored the Son of God.
I think that of all the days since the beginning of this world's history, that Friday was the darkest.
But the doom of that day did not endure.
The despair did not linger because on Sunday, the resurrected Lord burst the bonds of death. He ascended from the grave and appeared gloriously triumphant as the Savior of all mankind.
And in an instant the eyes that had been filled with ever‐flowing tears dried. The lips that had whispered prayers of distress and grief now filled the air with wondrous praise, for Jesus the Christ, the Son of the living God, stood before them as the firstfruits of the Resurrection, the proof that death is merely the beginning of a new and wondrous existence.
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. 



The Resurrection transformed the lives of those who witnessed it. Should it not transform ours? 


For personal reasons, I have felt recently like I have had some dark "Fridays". But, because of Christ's resurrection, I have hope that Sunday will come.