Last Sunday I was waiting for Sacrament Meeting to start and looking at the son of a dear friend who had just returned from an honorable two-year mission and would be giving his homecoming talk in our meeting. I felt emotional and grateful that he was home safely and had served such a wonderful mission. He had had severe health challenges in his teens and it was such a poignant moment to see him there, healthy and strong, with the adoring eyes of his parents on him.
Then I thought back to my own missionary's homecoming talk and what a unique and sacred opportunity it was for me to be a missionary mom. I thought how I could easily *not* have been a missionary mom if my child had made a different choice, and it is something that you can't really understand until you experience it. I felt sorry for women who don't get to be missionary moms.
Then I felt the Spirit whisper to me, "Someday you will feel sorry for women who don't get to be special needs moms."
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