I talked to a sister who had recently returned from her mission, served with her husband in Malaysia. I missed their homecoming, though I am not supposed to call it a home coming any more. Nonetheless, I was unable to be at the Sacrament meeting when they reported their mission. (Don't know exactly what "nonetheless" means, but it seemed appropriate here...)
So I asked her how it was, did she enjoy it, and all those appropriate questions. I could see the missionary spirit in her eyes and her vision as she shared some experiences she had in the mission field. I could feel of the love she had for the saints in their mission. I could sense a longing to be with them again.
As I listened to her comments as she shared a tiny portion of her experiences, I felt the longing, the ache Bon and I feel for experiencing the same thing somewhere in the world. I mentioned to her the glorious experience it would be to serve the Lord 24/7 for eighteen months. I felt the inner vision of serving full time with my red head as my companion.
With telling so many in my old ward about our desires to serve a mission, and then feeling the missionary spirit from one who just returned from their second mission, I have this ache again to serve, to go now, and not wait.
I know that is impossible and is not as it should be, but I get this vision in my head about serving my Father and His Son as missionaries. Time must pass, lessons must be learned, patience must be adopted, and I need to learn what Elder Holland says about fighting, pursuing and working toward these dreams. I know that often "the working toward" a dream is filled with lessons that must be learned and concepts that Fathers feels needs to be mastered by me, at least. So I wait, enjoy the new vision, and enforce the vibrancy of it in my mind. Only about nine months. About the time to have a baby? ...and I hope I can learn the lessons being taught to be ready in nine months.
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