A Different Perspective on Missionaries

She raised her hands out and upward in front of her as though she held something in her hands that she was passing to someone else as she said to me, “It’s like you’re handing your baby to God and saying please take good care of her. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, I have had to trust in the lord before, but not like this.”  Her daughter had recently decided to serve a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.  And the picture she painted for me that day made me see it in a different light.

In our religion it’s common for people ages 18-25 to serve a mission for 18 months to 2 years.  They have little to no say in where they will live and serve their mission.  They can be sent anywhere in the world and oftentimes have to learn a new language.  I can’t imagine.  I can’t imagine being in my friend’s situation.  Being willing and happy to find out where in the world my child will be sent and having faith that it will all be okay and just let them go.  I know that we slowly have to let our kids go and have their free agency.  It seems like it starts slowly at a young age until they are actually off on their own.  

I know a lot of kids go off to college etc. and that would be hard as well.  If they go to college they typically can go home on the weekends, you can go visit them and call or text at any time.  This isn’t the case when they serve a mission. It seems like most of them communicate weekly now.  So they’ll send a weekly update to family and friends via email, that’s it.  Which is actually a lot better than it used to be back before we had the internet.  Just letters in the mail and phone calls were typically only on Mother’s Day and Christmas.

It’s interesting how I grew up with people serving missions being commonplace and not thinking much of it.  Now suddenly as an adult I see it in an entirely different way from a parents perspective and realize how hard that would be to let your kid go.  I find it to be amazing and commendable that these young people decide to dedicate 18 months-2 years of their life for the sole purpose of trying to teach people about our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ.

As hard as it is to let our kids go and become adults.  What better thing to possibly choose to do than to serve others.  I have an enormous amount of love and respect for anyone that serves a mission.  I hope that anyone that might read this just realizes when they see a missionary that they are just someone’s child out there trying to do good in the world.  So be kind to them and show them a little love and respect. 

What if God doesn’t exist?

What if when we die we’re just bured in the ground or burned to ashes and that’s the end of the story? 

What if there is no bright light or pearly gates? 

What if there’s no one there to great us when we die? 

What if we die and no loved ones to run to us and hug us?

What if this life wasn’t a test or just an experience?

What if there will be no one there to judge us according to our behavior and the way we treated others on this earth?

What if there is no God?

What if there is no Jesus?

Oh but what if there is?

Suppose we live a life of prayer, church and scripture and turns out none of it was true. Would it mean that the kindness or unkindness we show and the things we do matter any less or that our kindness didn’t count? Perhaps we should ask the people we are kind or unkind to. It matters to them and makes a difference in their life. Kindness counts. It doesn’t matter if you believe in God or not. In the end if none of it was true I will have lived a better life because I believe that God is real.

Saved From Drowning

We were on a family trip with my in-laws in Mazatlan Mexico. We were hanging out on the beach relaxing when I decided I wanted to go play in the ocean. The sea was angry that day my friends. A big wave came and hit me in the back of my knees, it slammed me down under the water. I tried to adjust my swimsuit that was all twisted as I moved a little further out into deeper water. A wave hit me knocked me down and pulled me out further into the ocean. I had never experienced an undercurrent like that and it freaked me out.  When my head came up out of the water my hair was completely covering my face I couldn’t see anything. I went under water to try to wash my hair back out of my face so I could see. When I came up I got hit in the face by another wave, apparently my mouth was open and everything because I swallowed salt water and was coughing and choking. Salt water was in my closed eyes, I knew how ridiculous I must look to everyone on shore.  I had so much sand in the crotch of my swimsuit I would look like a man if I were to stand up. So I was trying to wash the sand out of the bottom of my swimsuit as I got slammed again by another wave. This kept repeating over and over. I would get knocked down, flipped around in the water, I was dizzy and disoriented.

My husband seeing the distress I was in came out to help me. I was so relieved when I felt him grab my arm to help me. I got hit by another wave and was knocked under water again a few more times. He kept saying “Babe, are you serious?” I was still getting knocked under water, coughing and choking.  All I could think about was how overwhelming it was, how were there so many waves hitting me so quickly back to back and completely owning me? I was a wreck. “Babe are you serious?” He said again. I was laughing at my struggle, he was laughing. I was still trying to not take anymore water in my face. I said “Babe! HELP!” He calmly said “Stand up!”

I was confused.  I then placed one foot in the sand and wobbled as I stood up. I was still dizzy and he helped to stabilize me as I held onto him laughing so hard trying to now stand on my own two feet. My body was so tired from trying to fight all the strong waves. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t even realize I was on my knees. I had been knocked down and moved around but I kept going back to my knees.  We now jokingly refer to this as the day he saved me from drowning. 

As I was looking for a picture the other day I came across a picture of my husband and I standing on the beach after this had happened. I thought about the similarities to that event and how life can be that way at times. Sometimes I get so focused on how hard and overwhelming life can be, how much there is to do and get caught up in all that’s going on right now. Sometimes it seems like I keep getting knocked down and slammed in the face by one thing after another.  It’s especially easy to get disoriented in life if we don’t have a specific focus.  At times it may take getting knocked to my knees to make me realize I need to spend a moment on my knees asking for help (and I don’t mean from just my husband). Then, stand up, dust myself off, hopefully laugh a little, see the big picture and move on.  

It breaks my heart to think of people who think that it will never get better. That things will never change.  Things can always get better in life and we are all capable of change.  Sometimes it’s our perspective that’s a bigger problem than what we are actually dealing with or going through.