Oh Readers,
What a thought! I can
only express what I see and I must warn you, what I see is a very scary sight
indeed.
The family is being cruelly ripped apart. Limb by limb, bone by bone until there is
nothing left but bitter ashes; piles and piles of bitter, sad, lonely
ashes. I dearly hope that those of you
lovely readers reading this unfortunate post have not been faced with such a
trial. But if so, can you not
agree? In the end, can you not agree?
It always begins on a scary night when the devil roams
free. One wondering individual seeks out
who he or she is. They feel lost and
hopeless. He seeks them out – the weak,
and takes them under his wing with the promise of reward and pleasure.
Forget what you have been taught, what you have learned, and
most importantly, forget what you have felt, he tells them. You are not having fun; you are miserable and
sad. There is only one way to fix such
loneliness.
And he proceeds to drag them farther and farther away from
the beautiful life they have created with another.
The happiness once shared amongst couples has now faded into
gray and any thought of color seems to be over looked as if just another trial
passing them by. The world outside the
home is entirely a new playground waiting to be played on. There are no rules, no curfews, and certainly
nothing to stop them. No longer do the
children bring joy to the soul of the one being carried away. Nothing those wonderful kids do will stop the
devil from taking the parent(s) if they are not willing to change.
Not only can I imagine this scenario but also I am faced
with it. My experience is less dramatic
and not entirely to tale with the described above, but something of the sort is
happening nonetheless. I see the change
the devil has brought though the circumstances under which the adult is faced
are not quite clear. Who knows what has
really been going on but the Lord. Even
the devil doesn’t know. Why? Because as he is taking the soul away, he
refuses to see the good of the soul and creates the bad of it. Every story rolls together, that’s why this
story seems so familiar; it’s what always happens. Though none can blame them when they lived
such a wonderful life to be just giving up all hope that anything would ever
change.
But I come bearing good news! It is not all dark and dreary in such a
married life. Spark can still be found
in the simplest of places. Colors don’t
need to fade if only the couple remembers to bring their crayons. Find the hope that lies within each heart that
love is more than just a temporary state of feeling. Love lasts longer than both you and I can
comprehend. It fills time with meaning
and understanding. It takes all of those
hard times and finds the lesson to be learned.
It keeps an aging couple strong.
FFN (Future Family Note)
Don’t give up so easily.
The work is always worth the prize.
**Gordon B. Hinckley
There cannot be peace where there is not trust; there cannot be
freedom where there is not loyalty (Conference Report, Oct. 1970, 66).
A happy marriage is not so much a matter of romance as it is an
anxious concern for the comfort and well-being of one’s companion (Ensign, May
1991).
Marriage, in its truest sense, is a partnership of equals, with
neither exercising dominion over the other, but, rather, with each encouraging
and assisting the other in whatever responsibilities and aspirations he or she
might have (Ensign, Aug. 1992, 6).
