Easter.

What a beautiful Sunday yesterday was. From the meaning of the day, to what I did, to the weather. It was practically perfect in every way.

Sunday’s are the best. I know that I’ve already said that about a thousand times, but I truly love them. With finals being this week and me still having 5 finals to take, I was definitely  tempted to study all day yesterday. But I decided to keep my goal of no homework on Sunday’s. It took a lot to do that though… 

Anyhows, so yesterday morning I had the opportunity to go to one of my first friend’s at BYU’s farewell talk (wow, I probably butchered the grammar on that sentence… Forgive me). It was such an amazing sacrament meeting. The whole time that she was giving her talk, I was just thinking “Dang. This girl is going to be a killer missionary. Hungary is so lucky to have her.” Her talk reminded me of the meaning of Easter. And also, the girl after her. Her talk was amazing. The spirit was so strong between those two. I do want to share a quote with you from sacrament meeting. It might be my favorite (and longest) quote ever:

“Well, my dear sisters, the gospel is the good news that can free us from guilt. We know that Jesus experienced the totality of mortal existence in Gethsemane. It’s our faith that he experienced everything- absolutely everything. Sometimes we don’t think through the implications of that belief. We talk in great generalities about the sins of all humankind, about the suffering of the entire human family. But we don’t experience pain in generalities. We experience it individually. That means he knows what it felt like when your mother died of cancer- how it was for your mother, how it still is for you. He knows what it felt like to lose the student body election. He knows that moment when the brakes locked and the car started to skid. He experienced the slave ship sailing from Ghana toward Virginia. He experienced the gas chambers at Dachau. He experienced Napalm in Vietnam. He knows about drug addiction and alcoholism.
Let me go further. There is nothing you have experienced as a woman that he does not also know and recognize. On a profound level, he understands the hunger to hold your baby that sustains you through pregnancy. He understands both the physical pain of giving birth and the immense joy. He knows about PMS and cramps and menopause. He understands about rape and infertility and abortion. His last recorded words to his disciples were, “And, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.” (Matthew 28:20) He understands your mother-pain when your five-year-old leaves for kindergarten, when a bully picks on your fifth-grader, when your daughter calls to say that the new baby has Down syndrome. He knows your mother-rage when a trusted babysitter sexually abuses your two-year-old, when someone gives your thirteen-year-old drugs, when someone seduces your seventeen-year-old. He knows the pain you live with when you come home to a quiet apartment where the only children are visitors, when you hear that your former husband and his new wife were sealed in the temple last week, when your fiftieth wedding anniversary rolls around and your husband has been dead for two years. He knows all that. He’s been there. He’s been lower than all that. He’s not waiting for us to be perfect. Perfect people don’t need a Savior. He came to save his people in their imperfections. He is the Lord of the living, and the living make mistakes. He’s not embarrassed by us, angry at us, or shocked. He wants us in our brokenness, in our unhappiness, in our guilt and our grief.
You know that people who live above a certain latitude and experience very long winter nights can become depressed and even suicidal, because something in our bodies requires whole spectrum light for a certain number of hours a day. Our spiritual requirement for light is just as desperate and as deep as our physical need for light. Jesus is the light of the world. We know that this world is a dark place sometimes, but we need not walk in darkness. The people who sit in darkness have seen a great light, and the people who walk in darkness can have a bright companion. We need him, and He is ready to come to us, if we’ll open the door and let him.”- Chieko N. Okazaki

I know that that quote was directed towards woman, but I think it can apply to everyone. Especially the part where it talks about how we sometimes generalize the atonement, but we do not experience hardships and trials as generalizations. I love that part. We all go through different experiences, and even when our situations are similar, the way the we react and actually experience the trial is different from individual to individual. And Jesus suffered for each individual, not for general situations. I love that.

Image^^These girls. Been there from the start. We’re going to miss you Emma!^^

Then, in order to fight the temptation to study, I went to Bryce’s apartment. I wrote a couple of missionaries and took a nap. It was glorious. It’s crazy how quickly time passes on Sunday. Because all of a sudden it was about 5 o’clock and we haven’t done any “Easter” activities yet. So, we decided to go to our apartment, dye eggs, and then make those eggs Deviled Eggs. That was the best decision we made all day. Our eggs turned out so cute. I even made an egg with our “Sunday Group” on it. ImageImageImageImageImageImage
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^^ Ethan is the only one with shoes on, Bryce has his blue Dunder Mifflin shirt on, Sydney has brown hair, Shaun has a green shirt on, Tess has her “Red Hair,” and can you guess which one was me?^^

I love Sunday’s. And it truly makes me sad that we are all going separate ways for this summer… I’m going to miss our regular Sunday group, but I’m happy that everyone is just leaving for a summer and that they’ll be back before I know it. I never want to forget the lazy Sunday afternoons and that one perfect Easter full of naps, letters, laughs, walks, and some delicious Deviled Eggs.

 

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