Why I am grateful for broken toes...

Today Samara broke her toe.

One of the kitchen drawers got pulled out too far and landed right on her toe. It swelled up and turned purple almost instantly. The first thing she said (after sobbing, "It hurts! It hurts!") was,

"Why does this have to happen to me?!?"

It got me thinking about what it would be like if she never felt any pain in her life, then all of the sudden had to go through childbirth or something. Talk about a shock to the system.
But pain is inevitable in life. And at some point(s) it will be so great, we may think it is unbearable. That is why I am grateful for broken toes. Because all the little and medium sized trials in life help us build endurance and helps us practice for the really tough ones.
I know that when we turn to the Savior and His atonement, while the heartache and pain will almost never go away completely-- the burden is ALWAYS easier to bear.
I know He lives-- because I have felt Him when I needed Him most. And I felt Him-- because He loves me. And...
He loves you.