to me.
3 years ago today I got home from the mish. what a trip. It feels like someone else's lifetime. like stories someone has told me so many times I can tell them like they happened to me. but they didn't.
Tonight Andrew told the family stories about his mission, which of course sparked stories in me. Stories I didn't know I had. they just sprang out of me: Spring!
People I have loved and almost forgotten. Or some I will never forget. As buried as they may be, they surface. time and again.
I have been good. and bad. I have been so many things since my mission. But I am happy today, that I am on the road to being the woman my missionary self would have admired. I'm happy to find that the gospel of Jesus Christ has so much depth, even in the simple things. That faith and forgiveness. Redemption. all have expanded meaning for me compared to then, even at that spiritual peak.
I hope that when I'm 85 (oh for goodness sake, if I'm not dead yet!) I can wish myself a happy 60th anniversary from some even loftier vantage point. Sana. Sa awa ng diyos.
6 comments:
congrats and nice fur.
erin- i'm happy you're happy. the gospel has been restored and we are blessed to be able to enjoy the benefits of it. we have great reason to rejoice, have we not? and, of course, how great is our joy when we share this with others too. yes, i love it too.
hi! i just recieved ur letter . thanks.
Yeah, for Erin and yeah for reunions! Yeah for recognizing the depth in the gospel and allowing it to weave within you.
Welcome home, Erin!
You are loved three times more than you were February 18, 2005.
(There's also been an amazing amount of water under the bridge in your life since that time. Seems like 10 years, honestly.)
You have such beautiful hands. Your dad's hands.
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