Lately I have been feeling very alone.  I can't explain to myself or anyone else why I feel this way.  I suppose I believe I am the only person that has ever gone through what I am going through.  Most days things are awesome, but some days I just throw a pity party with myself as the only invited guest.


Today I was reminded of a suprise package I received in the mail from a long lost (or so I thought) friend.  THrough the magic of facebook we were reunited nearly 18 years after we had last seen each other.  Rebecca was my first married friend.  She was friends with my husband when we first met.  Her and her husband were great friends with Marty and I when we were in school in Laramie.


On March 6th, a package arrived in the mail from Rebecca.  Inside were two pictures.






Along with these two pictures was this story from her trip to a women's conference at BYU. (I hope Rebecca doesn't mind me sharing):


The class that I wanted to go to was filled so I ended up at the BYU bookstore to see what and who was there. I went up the stairs to the artists and right at the top of the stairs were those two prints...which I had never seen before. I knew what the one was of Joseph-pretty obvious, but not the one of Emma. No one was really up there but the artists themselves, so I started talking to Liz Lemmon Swindle, the artist of those prints. She laughed when I told her that I knew what the Joseph print was and why. She then told me the story. . . She was asked by the state of Missouri to create something for the celebration of the state and to make people aware of what the whole exterminate the Mormon law was...so she fasted and prayed, knowing that she wanted to do something about Joseph and Liberty Jail. She told me that she dreamt one night about what Emma was going through...on her own for there was no one to ask. That struck me, that we are lucky because we have others to turn to. Liz Lemmon Swindle signed and gave me those prints to help me. And they have, mostly to remind me that we just don't know the whole picture and we are not alone. You are not alone. We love you and I know that sometimes things just suck and you want to ask why...but remember that we all have somewhere to turn.


Isn't that beautiful?  Something else struck me today.  I suppose it's due to the Easter season we just came through.  



Christ must have felt very alone in the garden of Gethsemane.  For me to think that I am the only one that knows what I am going feeling and the challenges I am facing is very selfish of me.  So many others in the world face trials and challenges so much greater than I.  I also have the Savior to turn to in my time of need.  I am humbly grateful for the relationship I have with my Savior.


D&C 121: 7-8