Sunday is coming

I'm sick and am supposed to be sleeping.  I will be sleeping soon.  But before I do that, I just needed to put a little post on here.  I've been thinking about Easter this week--and more than the holiday Easter, I've been thinking about the events that we're commemorating.  With extra focus. (Since, happily, we get to commemorate them every Sunday--isn't that joyous?)  I don't know when I've more appreciated the knowledge that

Christ is Risen!  

He really is.  And that means so much, that I can't possibly express--not ever really, but certainly not right now.  But He lives.  He lives.

And because he lives, Sunday will come for each of us.  I've always loved this talk.  It's been on my mind a lot this week.  I'm so grateful for the Atonement and the Resurrection of Jesus Christ.  He is my Savior and I love Him.

And a little side note that I'd also like to elaborate on some day (?) I am so grateful for the glorious symbol of Christ's resurrection--the holy temple.  Everything, everything, about the temple is a testament of Jesus Christ's resurrection.  Everything.  I am so grateful to be close to a beautiful temple where I can regularly celebrate--in worthwhile action--that glorious Easter morn and its eternal implications.