Nothing beats experience. I seem to be preaching that a lot nowadays (perhaps denoting age?), but I don't mean it to communicate superiority (or maybe I do). I realize that my introspective musings are often lost on my college age students, but what did I know of the world at that age? I try not to be exasperated by their folly whilst restraining myself from nagging them as a mother world. But my greater conviction of the value of experience has made me a little more preachy these days - though I realize for them to adopt this perspective they need time. Time to wrack up enough experience to appreciate the fact that they are past their youthful selves. Nevertheless, I still acknowledge a perpetual ignorance that humbles me, and lest I forget my place before an all knowing God, the forthcoming trial reminds me of this.

I wish moving on was easier, much like pressing the reset button and everything returning the way it was. But the human experience does not allow for our minds to so easily find its rest. The sorting out we undertake reveals a susceptibility to long periods of agony and doubt - my soul quieted only by gentle reminders of the trajectory of the human race - an end to the hollow and restless despair in the realization that my Savior has already suffered the loss of all things so that I, a mere mortal, may find peace. This is the truth that the Spirit testifies. I shall never escape sorrow, but the sadness is neither futile nor unregarded. Faith persists even in pain, and I, with exhaled breath, move on.