DAY 15 -- HE KNOWS

As I continue to count down the days until M day, or June 9th, it is becoming more and more likely that we will not have our mission call by then either.  No, no interview yet, just a call from Senator Hatch's office.

Bonnie has about a week to drive and then she is done.  She has told those she works for that she will not be here this fall and they would need to get a replacement.  Perhaps she was a bit hasty.  Perhaps we will be here waiting for that interview.  She drives handicapped kids, and the company has just obtatined the contract to drive in Hawaii.  Perhaps we should volunteer to drive in Hawaii while we wait.  But then again, when we get our call, we may be shipped to Hawaii?

I know I keep harping on this, but our mission does really seem like a figment of my imagination.  I mean, we hurried and got the interviews, the medical attention, and did all we could do, and now it has been more than seven weeks, approaching two months. Someday we may realize  the why's and when's, but at least right now, it is hard to even think of serving, since it is delaying for some divine reason? 

Is my faith wavering? Of course not.  Do I still want to go?  Of course.  Am I still ready and prepared?  Yes, a thousand times yes.  Is my upcoming mission constantly in my mind. NO!  I believe it is for self preservation that I must hide those thoughts away.  It is something desired and has been for many years.  Now that we have done all we can do, we wait.  It is truly difficult.  Bon and I often joke about the delay.  But the challenge is a challenge.  We can't make long range plans.  We cannot plan our late summer nor fall, for we know not where we will be. 

I know there are good reasons, and perhaps they are just to teach me patience once again, or still, or beat it into my head.  One day, perhaps after mortality, we shall totally understand the reasons for this delay. I know that.  So, I must self talk myself into that, knowing that He knows, and that is all that matters, right?

Of late, I have had this feeling that our interview is coming.  It is not far distant, and "soon" we shall be seated in front of our stake president.

Last night, I have another call from Orrin Hatch, this time it was a recording of him, not his workers.  I guess we are  becoming "close" based on the times he calls me.  I guess I should meet him for lunch one day, right?