This is Beverly...
This week we had a wonderful experience. My old BYU "roomie" called and asked if we could help with her daughter, who was flying out to come to the MTC. She will be serving in the Ft. Collins Colorado Mission.
We picked her up at the airport in the middle of Tuesday's snowstorm, complete with passing almost a dozen accidents and getting a nail in the tire and needing to stop periodically to check it. (No, I wasn't swerving on purpose and I wasn't drunk! The car just wanted to dance around a bit!)
We made it back to BYU, where she met some friends for a bit and Dan & I enjoyed his department Christmas dinner. Then we came back home and chatted a little before bed.
In the morning, Elizabeth and I had a couple hours of uninterrupted time and had the most delightful chat about all sorts of things. But I was so impressed with her desire to serve both the Lord and the people of Colorado and Wyoming. She had been through much in her short life and had overcome some trying circumstances to get to this point, and it was just heartening to see how ready and eager she was to go.
We stopped by the Provo Temple to take some pictures, only to find out that I left our sim card in the computer at home. Thankfully a group of young people there, seeing off another sister, took a few pictures and sent them to Dan's e-mail so she would have a couple pictures, at least. (Thank you, Good Samaritans!)
We drove into the MTC, and although I had only met this sweet and precious young woman the day before, I experienced the same feelings I had when dropping off Amanda. My heart started to race just a little. Then we stopped at the curb, took the luggage out, exchanged a hug and went our separate ways. And as I drove off, tears came out of nowhere. I was so happy for her...and also wished that her mom could've have been the one to see her off. But I feel blessed to have had that privilege. She's truly a special girl and will make a wonderful missionary. It made me realize that no matter who the missionary is, the missionary spirit is universal, both with the missionaries and their moms!
This week we had a wonderful experience. My old BYU "roomie" called and asked if we could help with her daughter, who was flying out to come to the MTC. She will be serving in the Ft. Collins Colorado Mission.
We picked her up at the airport in the middle of Tuesday's snowstorm, complete with passing almost a dozen accidents and getting a nail in the tire and needing to stop periodically to check it. (No, I wasn't swerving on purpose and I wasn't drunk! The car just wanted to dance around a bit!)
We made it back to BYU, where she met some friends for a bit and Dan & I enjoyed his department Christmas dinner. Then we came back home and chatted a little before bed.
In the morning, Elizabeth and I had a couple hours of uninterrupted time and had the most delightful chat about all sorts of things. But I was so impressed with her desire to serve both the Lord and the people of Colorado and Wyoming. She had been through much in her short life and had overcome some trying circumstances to get to this point, and it was just heartening to see how ready and eager she was to go.
We stopped by the Provo Temple to take some pictures, only to find out that I left our sim card in the computer at home. Thankfully a group of young people there, seeing off another sister, took a few pictures and sent them to Dan's e-mail so she would have a couple pictures, at least. (Thank you, Good Samaritans!)
We drove into the MTC, and although I had only met this sweet and precious young woman the day before, I experienced the same feelings I had when dropping off Amanda. My heart started to race just a little. Then we stopped at the curb, took the luggage out, exchanged a hug and went our separate ways. And as I drove off, tears came out of nowhere. I was so happy for her...and also wished that her mom could've have been the one to see her off. But I feel blessed to have had that privilege. She's truly a special girl and will make a wonderful missionary. It made me realize that no matter who the missionary is, the missionary spirit is universal, both with the missionaries and their moms!