I was inspired by that thought, since sometimes lately I find myself throwing a personal pity party. Life is only as hard as I make it!
The most amazing thing about this story is that the pioneers didn't just work incredibly hard and take 6 months to build roads for only a couple hundred miles through untamed wilderness - those roads were used for another year. And Brother Lund says that many of the pioneer journals talk a lot about building the road through the Hole in the Rock (with a 50% grade), and the experience going through it for the first time, but almost no journals talk about building a road and going through The Chute, although it was just as difficult. To me, it's almost as if by conquering the obstacle of the Hole in the Rock, these pioneers knew they could do anything.
So these concepts are kind of intertwining in my mind. The idea that you have to go through, even if you cannot, and the feelings of love and gratitude for knowing Ellie and having her be a part of our family. I am so grateful for the tender mercies of perspective-granting reminders, and for the miracles of adoption.
I am reminded of the words of Elder Bednar:
When words cannot provide the solace we need or express the joy we feel, when it is simply futile to attempt to explain that which is unexplainable, when logic and reason cannot yield adequate understanding about the injustices and inequities of life, when mortal experience and evaluation are insufficient to produce a desired outcome, and when it seems that perhaps we are so totally alone, truly we are blessed by the tender mercies of the Lord and made mighty even unto the power of deliverance (see 1 Ne. 1:20).