I don't know how long it has been since I last posted. And I don't know how long it will be until I write again. I have been busy and lazy. Mostly lazy. And I will talk about all the fun things that have happened since I last posted, but not today.
Today, I am talking about the best and worst thing ever: missionaries leaving.
It is the best because you know they are going to serve the Lord. For two years, they are leaving family and friends to selflessly serve the people they were called of God to serve. They are blessing the lives of others and are going to be blessed enormously for it. They are going to teach many about the glory of the true Gospel of Jesus Christ. I have a great appreciation for missionaries and all they do. Because of missionaries, my mother joined the church, married my father, and now has a family that can live together forever. Missionaries have to actually leave on their missions for all these wonderful things to happen.
But it can also be the worst thing ever. It is so hard to say goodbye. It is so hard to know that the person you spend so much time with, the person you talk to everyday, the person you can tell anything and everything, the person who, no matter how stupid you are, how low you feel, or how bratty you are, is always nice and always says the right thing, is going to be gone out of your life for two whole years. That last moment you see them, when they are walking away for the last time, and you just break down is the worst feeling in the world. In that moment, you honestly don't know how you are going to survive the next two years, and you have no idea where you will be in two years. For all you know you might never see them again. Ever. And that thought just breaks you down even more. But, even though all these things suck, you know it would suck more if they didn't leave, because of all the good things that wouldn't happen if they didn't go on a mission. You just want to fast-forward the next two years and have nothing change.
Colorado is getting one of my best friends for two years. They are getting the best missionary ever. He is going to love everyone there, and they'd better love him back, because, for goodness sakes, he is frickin spectacular. I only wish I could be there to see him be the amazing missionary I know he will be.
So, even though I have spent a majority of today in or on the verge of tears (and it will probably continue for the remainder of the two years), I know that he is doing amazing things, and that he will come home a million times greater than he already is. (I don't know how that is going to be possible, because he is already absolutely incredible.)
These next two years are going to be hard, but from what people say, it only gets easier.
Oh, I sure hope so.
But in the mean time, dark chocolate and Dr. Pepper always makes me feel better. *winkwinknudgenudge*
This is Sarabeth, but I'm also too lazy to log into anything, haha. It's going to be hard for a friend that close to be gone the two years, but I will say that a couple of the most important things I truly realized, from similar experience, are:
ReplyDelete1. Stay busy. Immerse yourself in your work here, just as they are to do wherever they go.
2. "Really? They've been gone that long already?" O.O It drags on, but then you hit a year, and you really do say the words you never thought you'd hear yourself say.
3. Stay in communication as best you can. It's so incredibly important to stay in touch. Seems like a no brainer, but it can get tough when you become overwhelmed and don't have much time.
:)