Choose Your Hard

Our high council speaker had a mantra, ‘choose your hard.’  Whether  his own or got form somewhere I didn’t catch.  The idea was, you can choose to have pain now or pain later, you can choose loneliness or messy relationships, you can choose the broad path to hell or the rocky path to heaven, but you can’t choose having cake and also eating it.

It made me think of what the Savior taught–no man can serve two masters.  Implied, and also true, is that no man can serve no masters.  We are infants in the universe, barely able to breathe and sleep.  We will either have a father or an owner.