Almost a week ago, we said goodbye to our missionary for two years. It was harder than I thought it would be... but Josh and kids thought it was easier. He was anxious and ready to go and begin this adventure- so I had to let him go. When we left the airport, I felt like I couldn't breath. Like someone had kicked me in the stomach. I couldn't talk, I couldn't think, I almost couldn't walk. I went home and collapsed on my bed and cried. We were packing the car for a trip to Lake Powell, but I needed some time to be okay- so Josh and the kids let me have some alone time while they packed the car. I didn't feel okay for awhile. I worried about him and how he was feeling/ what he was doing. Then on the facebook group- one of the parents posted this photo below that gave me a little peace...
Seeing his smile and knowing he was not alone was reassuring to me... Early the next morning we left for Lake Powell and as we were driving I thought of him and prayed for him as he was flying in the air. In Lake Powell we didn't have good reception on the houseboat (which was a blessing, because I couldn't check my phone for an email every 2.5 seconds) but on Friday we went into the Marina and he had written!!! What joy filled my soul to know that he was safe... it was brief - introduced his companion from Nigeria; Elder Davies; they can't communicate very well, the food is nasty (his words), the flight was long and awful (no movies/ no games) but he survived. We don't know when he will write again- not sure of his preparation day when he can write. So every day, we are waiting... waiting.. waiting... checking... checking... checking ... the email to see if he has written. I awoke early this morning with a feeling that he was struggling - perhaps he is hungry because he doesn't like the food and doesn't know what to eat.. perhaps he is having a hard time not communicating with his companion and with the language, perhaps he is tired and weary from the rigorous schedule... chances are he is feeling all of these things and more. Before he left, he gave me a blessing of comfort and reminded me that when I am struggling he will also be struggling... so we can struggle together:). I pray that he will find comfort and peace and strength to carry on... I pray that he will continue to have faith that he is in the right place and this is exactly what he needs to be doing. I pray that Heavenly Father will give me the peace and reassurance that he is doing okay.
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