Miguel left on June 27th to serve a two year mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. He will be serving, aiding and helping those in need in the Atlanta, Georgia area. In addition, he will be sharing a message of Christ to those are are interested in listening. He is not paid, he is not compensated, and, as his family, we support him spiritually, emotionally and financially in this endeavor.
I have watched stalwart ladies in my church who have sent off their sons and daughters on similar missions. They seem so strong and make this look so easy. No one told me how hard this would be. I will not see my son for two years, and this makes my mommy heart break. My consolation is that I feel the spirit testify to me that it's all good. He is doing good, and I should in no way begrudge that. I feel comforted.
He spoke on Sunday in Church, and I cried a little. We had a goodbye party for him, and I cried a little more. He said goodbye to Ladybug before she left for Camp and I cried a lot more. Then the night before he left, I cried again. Who knew I had so many tears inside me. But, when we took him to the airport at 5:00 am and said goodbye, I did not cry. I felt stronger and I know my Heavenly Father was with me.
From the moment I Pressed Submit on his Mission Papers Application, to my Thirty-TwoSteps, I knew this moment was coming. We loaded up the family, minus Ladybug who was at Camp, plus Miguel's best friend, BLT, and Miguel's sweet girlfriend, Jenny, and headed to the airport. This whole experience has left me feeling a little bit like Abraham, and Miguel is my Isaac. Although I am not literally sacrificing Miguel in obedience to the Lord, I am sacrificing my time with Miguel for two years and hopefully honoring the Lord in the process. This is my test of faith, and It is all good. See you in two years, buddy!
Mosiah 2:17 "...when ye are in the service of your fellow beings, ye are only in the service of your God."