Sometimes you get lucky

and all your pictures turn out on your roll of film. Then you want to jump for joy and tell the world that film is beautiful and toy cameras are perfectly messed up! Toy Cameras are the original instagram machines. PS all these photos are unedited. Love me My Fuji Colors. Straight off the film, to the scanner to here. #Naturalgram Did I mention Costa Rica was such an incredible trip? Not only was it me, my babe, and my two best friends, but Blake proposed to me there. Too good. Too good.

He who conquered death.

"We will all rise from the grave. And on that day my father will embrace my mother. On that day I will once again hold in my arms my beloved Elisa. Because of the life and eternal sacrifice of the Savior of the world, we will be reunited with those we have cherished."- Elder Wirthlin

She walked on the plane, with red eyes, and a wet face. She immediately asked for tissues, and I immediately wanted to hug her. Of course, I gave her the box. Before I knew what this perfect stranger was upset about, I wanted to tell her, "My dear sister, Sunday will come, I promise".

Have you ever read the talk Sunday will come, by Elder Joseph Wirthlin? This talk has taken me through some rough times.

You know the times.

The times when "the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.

But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.

No matter our desperation,

no matter our grief,

Sunday will come.

In this life or the next,

Sunday will come."

I used to have bits of this talk hanging on my mirror, and it always gave me hope and renewed my faith. Over Easter, I reread it, and I felt the spirit testify to me that Jesus Christ lives, and that we too will be resurrected.

I asked her if there was anything I could do for her (how pathetic of an offer when all I can do is give her food and water). She told me that she just found out her husband had died, and was on her way to see him. It took every part of me not to sit down, and hold her, and tell her how sorry I am.

To tell her, "Sunday will come".

*Photograph: The Louvre, Paris.

I am going back to Africa.

I am going back to Africa, Tanzania to be exact. With my good friend Jessica, and I just can't wait. Last time I was in Africa, things were so clear, my purpose, the world and why we are here. I am hoping for a similar pick me up.