It occurred to me, while I was sitting on hold with a doctor's office, that I am really shooting myself in the foot here. I'm helping this process along. This is a process that will rip my heart out and I'm working towards its success? I feel like the wiser thing would be to sabotage the whole thing, but I'm helping him.
Am I crazy?
But here's the thing, I know that we have a prophet. I know that he is inspired by God and I know that when he says these boys should go and serve, it is true. I sustain the prophet; I'll send my son.
Here's the other thing: my friends. These glorious women with their glorious sons are my inspiration.
Here's Janet welcoming David home. Such a happy and wonderful time. Such pure mother love.
I want that. I want to welcome my boy back. I want to throw my arms around him and tell him, "Well done!"
And then there's this picture:
Stephanie and Dillon
That look of pure joy on Stephanie's face. I told Braeden that there was nothing he could do in the next two years that would bring that kind of joy to my face, except serve a mission.
I know that Braeden will help people. He will teach them that God loves them and he will help them to be happier.
And when I need to remember why in heaven's name I am helping this process along (this rip the heart right out of my ribcage process), I'll remember those smiles on my dear friends' faces.
I can do this!
1 comment:
Great post. You sure have slender friends!
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