The greatest struggles we will face in life will be within the walls of our own hearts and minds. Rolling and tumbling like a bingo machine. Ping-ponging back and forth. Bungee-jumping from soaring heaven's heights then dropping down to earth's realities.
This week we saw a lot of less-active members, each not there for a different reason. Illness, mobility, not willing to put forth the effort, to keep peace with a spouse, doesn't know what to believe. With each of these it's a little funny in that the Gospel is the answer. It really is the answer to everything. The other thing I noticed each needed was a good friend. Someone who would love them and help them, who would be there every step of the way.
Monday night we went to the memorial service for one of the members, Fred Smith. Sister Rudy and I would go see him every Saturday and talk on his porch as he battled cancer. Elders found him about four years ago, and ever since he has taken the baton and run with it, magnifying every calling, going to the temple, everything with a zeal that I feel all would do well to have to be valiant saints. He was the most optimistic, funny, and hopeful person I ever met. His facial expressions resembled that of James' and dad's. No words needed to crack you up.
Much love to y'all! Happy Father's Day!!!