Missionaries say goodbye to their families for two years so that others can be with theirs for eternity...

I said goodbye to my sweet son on Wednesday, June 11th for 2 years.  I know the people of Mexico will love him as much as I do.  I know I sent him well prepared for the task the Lord has in store for him.  I have watched him prepare, pray, fast, and work hard to learn the things he needed to so that he could bring the gospel to those in Mexico.  I have no doubt in my mind and soul that this is the will of the Lord.  However, my earthly heart is in pieces as I try to keep it together and constantly remind myself that the time will go fast and sooner than later he will be back in my arms again.  I find comfort in the scripture:

"Weeping may

endure for a night,

but joy cometh in

the morning."

Psalm 30:5

I know that my Lord and Redeemer live.  I know that He is here with me...guiding me AND my son.  I know that He loves me and weeps with me.  I know that if my Father in heaven gave His only begotten Son to be crucified in this world to save us all...surely, I could give up my son for two small years.  I am weak.  But with Him, through Him...I can become strong.  This gospel is true.  I know this.  I am proud to be a daughter of God.  To rear up these young men to be righteous, strong youth, warriors of God...to serve with all their might and bring the gospel to his lost sheep on this earth.  I know this to be true and am happy to be a witness to this.  Even if it is miles away...from a computer screen...or a Skype phone call twice a year.  I'll take what I can get.  Love my boy.