Trials

Yesterday was a difficult day for me and my companion [Sister Snyder]. It was our only day of the week to run errands, get our laundry done, and grocery shop. The garage door of the house I'm staying at was broken, so I had to park on the street. I didn't think it would be a problem, seeing as I live in a nice neighborhood. Sister Snyder and I were up and ready to leave at 7:50. We walked outside to get in our car and we realized that the driver's side window was broken. Sister Snyder's GPS was taken, and my iPod was taken. This was a problem because we're both new to the area, so neither of us knows our way around quite yet. Though the real problem was the fact that they didn't take the copy of the Book of Mormon that was in the backseat!

I'm not upset that our things are gone, or that we had to use our personal time to clean up the car, or even about the hassel we have to go through. The frustrating part is that I no longer know where I'm going. In trying to keep a positive attitude about the situation, I've come to the conclusion that trials (this one specifically) are for my good. In 2 Nephi chapter two, Lehi tells his son Jacob "thou knowest the greatness of God; and he shall consecrate thine afflictions for thy gain."



Sometimes it's hard to see that in the midst of the trial, but I know that God wouldn't give us hard times if he didn't love us. He only puts us through the "refiner's fire" to help us grow and learn, and that's exactly why we're here on this earth -- to gain knowledge and experience so that we'll be more prepared to meet God after this life. I am so grateful for the trials in my life, even though they're hard.