I'm having a hard time remembering that quote by Elder Wirthlin. It goes "something something something. But Sunday will come." Anyway, the past couple days has left me waiting for my Sunday to come. It's been a difficult week; it's left me wondering what else Heavenly Father intends for me to do. My Sunday did come, though. I left yesterday morning to drop off my dad in some little town in Idaho to catch his ride. It wasn't the usual spot so the ride took an extra hour of driving leaving me to take the long way home. We drove through Logan Canyon and drove right past Bear Lake. I've heard so much about the little lake town that I thought I knew what to expect. I didn't. The lake itself is HUGE. I knew it spanned two states, but seriously, how big can a lake be? Anyway, I dozed for a while because the night before I was up late racking my brain for solutions to a few predicaments my dad and I found ourselves in. Money had literally ran out and our fo...