Last night I went on a rainy fathers and sons outing. I enjoyed being with two sons, and four grandsons. I thoroughly enjoyed them. They are blood of my blood. I feel honored to be their father/grandfather. We came to earth separated by about 30 years, and I have watched them slowly grow into men, supporting their families and teaching my grandchildren the gospel of Jesus Christ.
When we finally get to go serve a mission, I am sure our circle of family members will grow. I am sure we will meet and grow to love a myriad of fellow members and even non-members. They will be family also. Not mortal blood of my blood, but family none-the-less. We come from the same Father and Mother. We are brothers and sisters. We all come from the same family and are sent here to endure, to prove our worth, and to serve our fellow man.
I can just envision us leaving our mission and weeping as we leave fellow beloved members, young missionaries, and mission Presidencies. I remember like it was yesterday the sadness and tears I felt as I left my field of labor in Mexico. I had only been in that city for two months, but created such a bond with the members and those we were teaching. I am sure we will feel the same feelings of love and kinship with them.
I look forward to that experience. I can't wait. Yes, I can and will wait for that day. I know it is coming and we shall be missionaries within the next weeks or months. I am excited to meet those I knew before coming to this earth and I shall become reacquainted with them. We shall be strangers, but that feeling of "family" will be there and we will wonder where we ever meet them before meeting them now.
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