Come what may and Love it

Elder Wirthlin, one of our apostles of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, spoke in a semi annual conference this last month and his words were, "Come what may and love it." His mother had spoken these words to him after a tumultuous game of football at the University of Utah that didn't have the expected outcome they would have hoped.

This was the title of his talk, "Come what may and love it." I have pondered this thought many times and for long periods of time. While Daxton's passing is part of the "Come what may," I don't think I love it. I love him, but I don't love that he is gone. Maybe someday his passing will be bittersweet, but I don't know that I will ever "love it."

However, there are a lot of other things that I can put that phrase to. Like the spilled milk on my brand new clean and spotless floors. Like the spilled chocolate all over the counter because Savannah wanted to see what was in the bowl that everyone was licking from. Like all the toys falling from the shelf because the girls were playing dumping dodo heads. Like the broken cups, plates, or even the hand molds. Like the money stolen from my account (which has since been put back in thankfully), or the twisted ankle. All of these things are daily and "Come what may, I can love them."

We are all given trials and while some are not the ones we would have chosen, our attitudes are what define us. Our attitudes will define how we deal with the trial, grief, and sorrow. Our perspectives will depend on our attitudes and even vice versa. What will we learn from our trials? How will we learn to "love it?" or better yet, embrace them, accept them?