As I sat in Sacrament meeting this morning I realized I hadn't been to church for a month! I went to Tuckers farewell but to my own ward it has been a while. Between being really sick and Grandma falling, I haven't attended. So when I walked in this morning, early, I might add (8:30am church is killing me), and I chatted with a few people and I hugged on the boys who are graduating, I started to tear up just a bit. I haven't been bad in the missing Dallin department, or at least I thought I hadn't, but I realized I haven't been exposed to his peers much lately. To top it off, the choir sang the As Sisters in Zion/Army of Helaman song, that song touches me anyway and today the tears just rolled down my face. I am so proud of my missionary! I am so grateful he is worthy and willing to serve, and I think I cry because of the gratitutde more than the missing. My heart is so touched and the Spirit feels so close when I see these boys who are preparing and knowing my son is serving both the people of England and as an example to these boys he loves so much!
Can't wait for tomorrow to hear how his piano playing went!
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