So I got to speak with my brother today over the phone. We generally exchange emails on Mondays but today because it was mother's day he gave me a call. I never realized how important he was to me and how important to me it was that he served a mission. I do not have any children of my own right now but I was the oldest girl of a somewhat large family. Though we have a great mom (post to come in honor of her) I still felt a motherly pull towards my younger siblings at times. I actually cried this morning, he called while we were still in bed, when I picked up my phone and saw a missed call from him. I am proud of him and honored that he thought to call me today. He's at such a wonderful point in his life. He has chosen well and is happily serving the Lord. It is so wonderful and such an example to me that he is so willingly serving on his mission.
When I talk about my brother to people at work that aren't members they are always stunned that a young man would sacrifice two of the best years of his life to serve a mission - leaving behind family, school, cars, girls, etc. I always love to explain that there is no greater thing in life than to serve the Lord and that having the opportuinity to wholly devote two years to that service is a wonderful thing. Of course then they usually have more questions about the gospel, which I eagerly respond to ;).
I'm grateful for my brother and his example to me and the rest of his family. I'm grateful for the gospel in my life and the understanding and that happiness that it brings to me and I really try to share it every chance I get.
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