Temporary Home

The first time I heard this song, it touched me, and I liked it instantly. Then I saw the video and I loved it.

It reminds me an eternal truth, "this too shall pass" and if you endure it well "it will be for your experience". This life offers some "funky" times, but we have to remember that things always get better, eventually. There is always hope. Even in death, there are reunions to look forward to.

Everything that brings sadness is temporary.

And thanks to our Savior, everything that brings joy is Eternal.

Elder Wirthlin said it better in this article:

http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=00400d034ceae010VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRDOn Sunday will come!

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.
No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come.