Gosh life is coming at us fast these days! Things keep getting in the way of life slowing down but that’s ok. I loved this quote I heard in a meeting the other day:
“Christ came not only to comfort the afflicted, but to afflict the comfortable.” What do you think about that? I don’t think He “afflicts” the comfortable, but I think he lets things happen that will make us stronger. And better.
Isn’t it interesting that when you’re thinking hard about something like that more and more things come to mind about that same topic? Is that just me? It’s interesting that is what we’re talking about in our scripture “Come Follow Me” devotionals this week (the destruction of so many people in the book of Mormon), and also interesting that that theme was so beautifully laced into the season premier of This Is Us that my girls and I snuggled on the couch to watch last night. I wish I could remember the exact wording, but something to the effect that the sorrows in life are the journey. They are what connect the pieces. We all have them. It’s what we do with them that matters.
Ok that was a giant digression, and I will have to talk more about my feelings on that another day. For now, let’s talk about our missionary girl:
She was originally supposed to board a flight to Austin, Texas (where she has been reassigned until Uruguay opens up again), and head off on her mission adventure YESTERDAY, but we got a call a couple weeks ago that her “leave date” would be pushed back for two weeks. (There are so many missionary logistics going on right now, I just keep thinking over and over again that 2020 missionaries rock, but I think the people in the missionary department who are working their tails off on the logistics of it all equally rock! What a job they have!)
So we get this girl for two more weeks. She is so anxious to get out there and get working, but true to missionary Grace form, she is looking on the bright side of it all and I love her. She is diligently studying her Spanish, her scriptures, lifting all of us around here with her missionary light, and beating her mother at tennis every single morning. Ha!
We still went ahead with her missionary farewell at church on Sunday. (We are back to church, socially distanced and masked up.) And she did such a beautiful job. I sat there listening with a giant smile on my face at that girl so eloquently speaking up there on the stand, wondering how she went from that feisty, colicy, mischievous baby/child to that beautiful young woman glowing with such light and goodness.
Oh how I adore that girl.
My parents came to join us and we were so grateful to have them! They have been in England with my sister who just had twins…(the most beautiful and wonderful thing in the whole wide world and I am dying to meet those babies some day! Follow her on Instagram if you want to see that story…she is amazing!) and have been so patient quarantining on both ends and keeping those masks on and staying healthy. And so grateful, as always, to have Josh as well.
Also family from Dave’s side of the family came all masked up to church. So grateful for the opportunity to gather and worship together on Sundays.
And my love and gratitude for these sisters grows exponentially every day.
These three and the other two who couldn’t be with us (Elle who is FaceTiming with Grace every minute they can and Abby who showers Grace with love every time she gets to talk), along with that awesome brother Maxwell and brother-in-law Carson.
Grace has an army of love surrounding her as she prepares to leave us.
I hope she’ll carry us around in her heart in Texas and hopefully Uruguay some day.
Until then, we’re snuggling her up as much as we can!
Nothing like having a missionary living in your home with you!