I used to love the saying "It'll all be okay in the end, and if it's not okay, it's not the end."
It was clever and trite. Just like all cliches ought to be.
But the more I thought about that on my bad days, the more I hated it. What exactly is the end? WHEN is the end? When I die?
So it'll all be okay when I die? I don't want to wait that long.
In my most difficult moments, when I am full of despair, sometimes it's so bad that in complete desperation I know that there can only be one refuge. And it's my belief that someone, who loves me, knows my anguish. And more. It's as if no earthly thing can be any consolation to me. I require something divine.
These moments, interestingly, don't always come in my most religious moments. Sometimes when church is hard, or the gospel doesn't seem to provide all the answers I want, I am still able to feel the closeness of my Savior.
"When words cannot provide the solace we need or express the joy we feel, when it is simply futile to attempt to explain that which is unexplainable, when logic and reason cannot yield adequate understanding about the injustices and inequities of life, when mortal experience and evaluation are insufficient to produce a desired outcome, and when it seems that perhaps we are so totally alone, truly we are blessed by the tender mercies of the Lord." Elder David A. Bednar
My latest inspiring melody, gets me every time.