Uphill.

So today I was making the long journey from my last class to work. And let me tell you, this walk is a workout. Not only is it far away (by my standards), but it is also uphill about 75% of the way. And I have to make the walk pretty quickly in order to make it on time.

Today was extra-special, considering that the weather is absolutely horrendous. So I'm climbing what feels like Mount Everest in the freezing cold rain, toting my full backpack, and regretting my choice of large purse.

(I promise to stop complaining and get to the good part soon!)

Just as I was getting frustrated with the weather and the walk, the bell tower played the normal tune as it hit the hour mark. Hearing the familiar tune of "Come, Come Ye Saints" completely calmed me down.

I began to realize that my small trek to work everyday is nothing in comparison to what the Saints endured in their travels to the West. And even that is so minuscule compared to the pain that the Savior endured when he was crucified.

I am so grateful that Jesus paid the price for me. I am so grateful for the Saints who were willing to risk their lives for the gospel. And I am so grateful for little moments in the day that help me to remember these things.

Life is an uphill battle, but we don't have to do it alone. All is well, all is well.

PS: If you don't know the hymn "Come, Come Ye Saints," you can listen to it here.