Bed of Roses.

Being nineteen and from Provo, Utah, and having attended BYU, it’s pretty safe to say that it’s expected that the great majority of my friends of the male persuasion are currently serving missions for the LDS Church. Those of you who know me already know that it’s often a topic of conversation. And those of you who don’t know me already… Well, you’ve been warned.

One of my best friends from my freshman year at BYU, Davis, sent me a letter last week. After relaying some of the details of his current area, as well as reflecting on some of the memories from last school year, he said, “Some days I really miss BYU and good old Freshman Year and wish I could be there. But other days I never want to leave here. The mission is like a bed of roses. It’s beautiful when you step back and look at it, but when you’re in it, boy can you feel the thorns.”

I have been thinking about that last part ever since I read it. How true that is. When I think back to different experiences and times in my life (high school, for example), I have such great memories and perceptions of those times. When I really think about it, though, it was hard. No part of this life is easy. Some parts just aren’t as hard as others. But that’s the beauty of it–we can look at it from a different perspective, and see it for all its magnitude and beauty.

Things aren’t easy. They’re never going to be. We’re gonna go over bumps, and collect a few thorns in our sides along the way, but that will make the end ever sweeter.

Guys, there’s some gosh darn gorgeous roses in the world! Go find yours.

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Bed of Roses.

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