One of my daughters-in-law said something cute to me the other day. She said, “I like how you call your trials ‘adventures.'”
When I was young I wanted to have adventures. I read lots of books and envied all the excitement experienced by the main characters, especially considering how humdrum and boring my small town routine was.
Then as an adult, I learned there wouldn’t be adventures after all. Instead I’d have “trials” and “difficulties” and “struggles.”
Well, I love my church but seriously I wish we Mormons would tone down all this talk about trials. It has the young people like my daughter-in-law worried sick about what her future might hold. In fact, I think my Mormon brothers and sisters need to change that word altogether, delete it from church vocabulary. Why not say adventures instead of trials?
When we were young married students at BYU, Bruce and I went to a Fireside where a man in his 40s or 50s was speaking. He said, (and I remember this so well because it chilled my bones): “Don’t think you’re going to get through life unscathed. Trials will come to you. I guarantee it. None of us are exempt from the difficulties of life.”
Poor Bruce, here he thought he had married a sensible young woman ready for adulthood instead of someone who cried at the drop of a hat. Still, I’m sure he said something wise and comforting like he always did to get me through whatever trauma I suffered in those early years.
Just think how much better it would have been if that speaker had said: “Don’t think you’re going to have a boring life, because you’re not. Adventures will come to you, I guarantee it. None of us are exempt from the thrilling adventures that life promises.”
Now that’s more like it!