The Call

The mission call has come. Our 3rd missionary to serve, is going to the Mexico Veracruz mission. He will enter the MTC in Feb.

It's interesting to reflect on each son's mission-call-opening. I really had no idea where any of them would be called to serve, except that with the two older boys, I had a feeling it would be in the states, and for this son, I had a feeling it would be OUTSIDE the states. Regardless of where they serve, the focus must be on what a mission is all about. It's not about where you get to go, or what sites you get to see, or if your destination is "cooler" than another's. It's about serving the Lord, and bringing the gospel to those who are waiting for those blessings in their lives. It requires faith in the Prophet and the Twelve, who are inspired as to where each boy needs to serve.

As each of my sons, in turn, read their letter telling them where they would serve, their expressions were all different, yet priceless. Son #1 got a big smile on his face and he had a glow about him. He couldn't stop smiling. I cried. Georgia would be where he would serve. It felt right, and SO good. Son #2 broke down in tears. He was overcome with the fact that the letter was signed by the Prophet, stating that he was worthy to serve a mission. It didn't matter where, although he too, felt Florida was right for him. And I cried. Son # 3, broke out into exclamations of joy and excitement, with his blue eyes expressing all he felt. And I cried. I, along with each boy, received a confirmation that THAT was where he truly needed to go. What an incredible, great feeling that is.

There are many great adventures and experiences in store for my son, but what I look forward to the most, is seeing that light that is in his eyes now, get even brighter, as it surely will, as he discovers his love for the people and a deeper love for the gospel and the Savior, than what he already feels now.

This will be a great time in his life. I love it!