Getting a letter from one of them never ceases to make my day :]
I admire them all so much. It takes such bravery, such resolve, to decide to take a break from normal life and devote yourself so completely to putting forth the Lord’s work for two years. I love you, boys. Can’t wait for everyone to come home!
The alarm rings at 6:30; I stumble to my feet I grab my companion’s bedding and pull off his sheet. A groan fills the room. It’s already time to arise?” It seems like just a second ago I was able to shut my eyes.
The morning activities follow: study, prayer and such When its time to leave…
One of my dear friends is currently serving his mission (because he is a good mormon that way haha—he would totally get a chuckle at that fyi). Anyways, as a non-member of the LDS church, I am learning alot as to the ins and outs of an LDS mission, as well as the church. This is thanks to my friend’s (Elder Robertson..or Frank as he is known to the rest of the world) as well as the few awesome-sauce missionaries that I have met at my bible study (or instititute, or YSA as they call it. I have yet to figure out why they call it these things, but when I do, I will let you know).
Yes…I am not LDS and I go to LDS Bible study, because I am THAT cool! Plus, it’s awesome!
Anyways, I’ve discovered over the time that he has been gone, which has been 8 months (almost 9), that there are TONS of blogs and vlogs out there for girlfriends of the missionaries out on the field (you are brave and oober patient women let me tell you!), but there is next to nothing for us friends of missionaries out there. So for those who are like me and miss their missionary friend dearly, and get all selfish and wish they would come home, this feature is for you.
So to leave you with a bit of comfort:
You are allowed to rejoice in their triumphs and then wish that they would come home. It’s ok, we all do it. I’m sure their families do it all the time. But, they (like Elder Robertson) are doing amazing things, and God has led them to do this for a reason, and that’s because there are people where they are serving that need their special touch, so that they can come know Him. So whether you’re mormon or not, at the end of the day, I think that it doesn’t matter what denomination you are, knowing God is what matters. Church isn’t a hotel for saints, but a but a hospital for sinners. So what it comes down to is what your hospital of preference is.
Chicken Roll with New York Style Salad. The Chicken Roll was from Costco’s frozen food section, this much is certain. Like those microwavable toquitos, because those are super tasty after the age of seven. They understand one fundamental aspect of fast food at the Potato…
These chaps are brave! For those at the UofA…you know know what I mean. HUB is gross…*shudder* I do not miss that greasy place