I think I’ve told you before about when I woke up from a D&C procedure after losing a pregnancy and the nurse asked, “How do you feel?” and I said, with more honesty than she intended, “Sad.” The nurse responded, “Sad is okay.” Meaning that there in the hospital sad was acceptable as opposed to, say, the feeling of blood running down your legs or your heart seizing.
But I’ve always remembered “sad is okay,” because it is. Alma tells us that God’s people mourn for each other. Despite his holiness and infinity, God wept over a few of his wicked people. Jesus wept along with his grieving friends. Angry, ashamed, frustrated, unsure--these are all feelings that often clue us in to our own shortcomings or need for change. But sad sometimes means we’re doing the right thing.