my nephew, elder b.
(surprise, sister, i just totally stole this pic from your blog. thanks.)
I was going through my post in-box, or whatever it is, and looking at all the posts I have started but never published, and I came across this draft- written over a year ago- on October 14, 2009.
Last Wednesday evening as I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep, the husband next to me already deep in dreamland with his hand resting on my backside, my mind was racing- not willing to rest.
I was thinking about the busy day I had just completed and the progress of the project we had been working on that day. I was thinking about the husband and his business trip the following day and how I would miss him.
And then, as thought processes are sometimes neither rational nor logical, I realized that it was Wednesday. The day that many parents send their 19 year old son or 21 year old daughter out into the world to preach the gospel. I thought of all the new missionaries being introduced to life in the MTC (Missionary Training Center) in Provo, Utah. And I thought about their families. And all the tear-y goodbyes and the hugs for family and the handshakes for the girlfriend or boyfriend left behind.
Such an emotional day is Wednesday for missionary families.
And Wednesday is the first chapter of a new book of adventures.
I thought this was a very appropriate for the events of the day. Because today is Wednesday, the day my nephew enters the MTC. We went to the airport to see him off this morning. And there were lots of missionaries leaving on this very same morning, headed to the MTC.
I'm pretty sure they all had pencils in hand, ready to write that first chapter.
And, I'm pretty sure there were lots of families hoping their missionary will also use that pencil to draft a few information-filled letters home.