This weekend my friend Rylie came to visit. She came and watched conference with us. We had a really good weekend.
I loved Rylie since I first met her when she was 18 months-old.
I met her because I was her daycare teacher when I was 19 years-old. Her mom also worked in the daycare and we became great friends. I instantly adopted Rylie, her sister Camryn, and her brother Jake as my own nieces and nephew. And when Chase came along (years later), I was so excited.
I had these kids over all the time, and spoiled them as much as I could. I took them when their parents went out of town, and had countless sleepovers. I honestly couldn't get enough of them.
It was really hard for me to leave them when I went on a mission to Montana.
Rylie has been feeling the desire to go on a mission. She has been asking me so many questions and even sat through my looking at my WHOLE mission photo album. She {at least acted} interested the whole time even! On Sunday she wanted to watch Errand of Angels. As we started watching she asked quite a few questions about the rules. I decided to go see if I could find the old white handbook. (okay so now I find this one online) Yet in finding my handbook, I dug through my big box of old mission stuff. Letters, pictures, name tags, certificates etc...
I think Rylie was the most surprised to see that I still had fun on my mission.
There were things that I hadn't looked at in over 13 years. Some, I had never really looked at. Some of those were letters to my mission president, that I hadn't even looked at since I sent them. I was surprised at the immaturity one of them--I only remember being perfect as a missionary!!
Yet the overall theme of my letters was how much I loved being a missionary. I radiated a love for the gospel of Jesus Christ, and a passion for teaching God's children. Even through great difficulty, and tremendous trial, I had a joy that couldn't be matched.
I guess that is why I love my little blog. I don't know who is reading it. I don't get to see your faces, and for the most part you all choose to remain nameless. I see my stats though, and I know that people are looking. I love sharing my testimony. I don't know if it matters to anyone, but it does matter to me. I love spending some time each day talking about the gospel, my family, and the things that I love.
I loved Rylie since I first met her when she was 18 months-old.
I met her because I was her daycare teacher when I was 19 years-old. Her mom also worked in the daycare and we became great friends. I instantly adopted Rylie, her sister Camryn, and her brother Jake as my own nieces and nephew. And when Chase came along (years later), I was so excited.
I had these kids over all the time, and spoiled them as much as I could. I took them when their parents went out of town, and had countless sleepovers. I honestly couldn't get enough of them.
It was really hard for me to leave them when I went on a mission to Montana.
Rylie has been feeling the desire to go on a mission. She has been asking me so many questions and even sat through my looking at my WHOLE mission photo album. She {at least acted} interested the whole time even! On Sunday she wanted to watch Errand of Angels. As we started watching she asked quite a few questions about the rules. I decided to go see if I could find the old white handbook. (okay so now I find this one online) Yet in finding my handbook, I dug through my big box of old mission stuff. Letters, pictures, name tags, certificates etc...
I think Rylie was the most surprised to see that I still had fun on my mission.
There were things that I hadn't looked at in over 13 years. Some, I had never really looked at. Some of those were letters to my mission president, that I hadn't even looked at since I sent them. I was surprised at the immaturity one of them--I only remember being perfect as a missionary!!
Yet the overall theme of my letters was how much I loved being a missionary. I radiated a love for the gospel of Jesus Christ, and a passion for teaching God's children. Even through great difficulty, and tremendous trial, I had a joy that couldn't be matched.
I guess that is why I love my little blog. I don't know who is reading it. I don't get to see your faces, and for the most part you all choose to remain nameless. I see my stats though, and I know that people are looking. I love sharing my testimony. I don't know if it matters to anyone, but it does matter to me. I love spending some time each day talking about the gospel, my family, and the things that I love.
I love reading your blog too, and keep fanning the flame of faith.
ReplyDeleteI read your blog. I enjoy your writing. I wanna grow up to be a talented, honest, fearless, faithful writer like you one day.
ReplyDeleteWow Sherrie and Heather! Those are some AMAZING comments! Thank you both for reading! Love you girls :)
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