"I hope they call me on a mission!" I regularly hear this tune being sung by my sweet little Cannon Ball. I too hope they call on him a mission just not for a really long time! Though I am positive the next 15years will fly by!
Brandon's little brother Casey will be leaving on his mission to Atlanta Georgia soon. He went through the Temple last night and even at his tender, innocent age of 19 I think he was better prepared than I was at nearly 21. Not that two years is that big of a difference, perhaps I just realized how truly young I was. There were several people taking out their own endowments in our session last night. One guy in particular stuck out to me. He was an older fella, perhaps mid 70's. Not to take away from Casey's moment but I was rather zoned in on him for awhile. I couldn't help but wonder what, after all these years, prompted him to go through the Temple. I wondered where his wife was, how he had finally made such a decision at this stage of the game, what his conversion story, if any, was. Had he been a member his entire life? The questions kept coming to me. Come to find he was a widower and was ready to take the next step and have his wife sealed to him as soon as he could. Brandon was Casey's escort so he filled me in on some of the questions I had because they had been with that guy at an earlier stage of the endowment.
For some reason I just can't stop thinking about his guy. It wasn't until today that I realized why.
On occasion I read this blog that totally tears me apart. http://patrickandashley.blogspot.com/. Truly this family is amazing. Their little girl passed away over the summer. It happened in Idaho and I was there not long after it happened. I have some family that knows these people so it felt a little closer to home than it otherwise may have. And for some reason being a mom just ruins you as far as being able to control emotions when anything is affecting children. I don't know why I read it. I don't know why I find myself feeling like I have some sort of connection to this. I have never met these people, most likely never will. It must be the mom factor. Regardless, I do. The stories I have read on this blog and have heard through the grape vine of the incredible strength of this family AMAZE me! Tonight I read through it a little and clicked on a letter that the grandpa had written. He talked a lot about the Temple and how it is "this generations calling" to do Temple work and how his sweet little granddaughter was perhaps one of the greatest missionaries he had ever known. How she had touched the hearts of thousands if not millions and perhaps introduced them to the Church. Then I realized that we are all on a mission. We have all been called on a mission. It doesn't matter our age, our stage in life, our past, or anything else for that matter. What matters is that we are all doing the best we can to be examples and to bring people closer to the Gospel.
It didn't matter to Heavenly Father that that guy last night was in his 70's. It only mattered that he took that step to make the commitment. It doesn't matter that that sweet little girl who passed away was only 2, because she was a missionary and is continuing her work in the Spirit World. And it doesn't matter that Cannon is only 3 singing "I hope they call me on a mission" because simply by him singing that tune he is somewhat of a missionary. I don't need to wait 15 years to send him out. And while Casey is seemingly so young his Spirit is far more mature than most. Finally, it doesn't matter if we are all "called" on a mission period. The point is, that is why we are all here. We have all been called on a mission of sorts. Sadly I feel completely inadequate in my duties most days. But, I guess that's what it is all about. The quest for perfection both in mortality and spiritually.
So while I hear this sweet song being sung in my house by my sweet little boy I will take it as reminder that I too have a mission, at the Temple, at home and anywhere else I may go. So, thanks to Cannon, the fella last night and all how truly serve their missions and remind us in little ways what it is all about. I guess they did call me on a mission.
For some reason I just can't stop thinking about his guy. It wasn't until today that I realized why.
On occasion I read this blog that totally tears me apart. http://patrickandashley.blogspot.com/. Truly this family is amazing. Their little girl passed away over the summer. It happened in Idaho and I was there not long after it happened. I have some family that knows these people so it felt a little closer to home than it otherwise may have. And for some reason being a mom just ruins you as far as being able to control emotions when anything is affecting children. I don't know why I read it. I don't know why I find myself feeling like I have some sort of connection to this. I have never met these people, most likely never will. It must be the mom factor. Regardless, I do. The stories I have read on this blog and have heard through the grape vine of the incredible strength of this family AMAZE me! Tonight I read through it a little and clicked on a letter that the grandpa had written. He talked a lot about the Temple and how it is "this generations calling" to do Temple work and how his sweet little granddaughter was perhaps one of the greatest missionaries he had ever known. How she had touched the hearts of thousands if not millions and perhaps introduced them to the Church. Then I realized that we are all on a mission. We have all been called on a mission. It doesn't matter our age, our stage in life, our past, or anything else for that matter. What matters is that we are all doing the best we can to be examples and to bring people closer to the Gospel.
It didn't matter to Heavenly Father that that guy last night was in his 70's. It only mattered that he took that step to make the commitment. It doesn't matter that that sweet little girl who passed away was only 2, because she was a missionary and is continuing her work in the Spirit World. And it doesn't matter that Cannon is only 3 singing "I hope they call me on a mission" because simply by him singing that tune he is somewhat of a missionary. I don't need to wait 15 years to send him out. And while Casey is seemingly so young his Spirit is far more mature than most. Finally, it doesn't matter if we are all "called" on a mission period. The point is, that is why we are all here. We have all been called on a mission of sorts. Sadly I feel completely inadequate in my duties most days. But, I guess that's what it is all about. The quest for perfection both in mortality and spiritually.
So while I hear this sweet song being sung in my house by my sweet little boy I will take it as reminder that I too have a mission, at the Temple, at home and anywhere else I may go. So, thanks to Cannon, the fella last night and all how truly serve their missions and remind us in little ways what it is all about. I guess they did call me on a mission.
6 comments:
Amazing post. Thank You!
Love! Thanks for warm fuzzies. What a nice way to start my day.
Loved reading that Rache, it was a much needed reminder! :)
OK, it's not fair to post things that make me cry! Thanks for the great dose of perspective.
beautiful post! thanks!!
Loved this post! Thanks!
Post a Comment