Daughter A. is now officially “Sister A”!
And, I will be adding “Missionary Mom” to my growing list of titles. In my last post, we were Waiting To Open The Call! However, the long-awaited, highly anticipated envelope was finally opened and all was revealed on Saturday morning, Dec. 15th. Enjoy the video!
We couldn’t be more proud of our sweet Sister A.! This mission assignment came as a surprise. I’d guessed Arizona [or New Mexico]. Mr. Mo and her grandparents guessed California and the East Coast. Her sister guessed Canada. And, there were lots of other fun and random guesses from the Aunts/Uncles/Cousins…everything from France and Poland, to Fiji, New York, Antarctica, and even “Middle Earth“.
In the end, we all were surprised!
I know that this mission was chosen by inspiration especially for my daughter. There is no doubt in my mind it is going to be the perfect spot in the Lord’s vineyard for her to serve over the next 18+ months of her life. Mr. MoSop and I have both served full-time missions ourselves (he went to France and I to Wisconsin). So, we know that there are going to be some difficult days ahead; challenges, struggles, fears and tears. But, every day will also hold hope, laughter, joy, and tremendous personal growth. Serving a mission is like childbirth. There are things one can only know & learn & feel who are willing to go through the painful labor process. So it is in full-time missionary service for the Lord. There are unique temporal and spiritual experiences, and special knowledge which can be gained in no other way.
Countless people are going to be infinitely blessed by this sweet young woman! She’s been extra special from the moment of her birth 22 years ago this month. She’s our gentle soul. The peacemaker, the friend, the compassionate listener, and an exceptionally strong lady of character. Beloved by all. Her new mission Presidency, leaders, companions, church members, and all of the good people in this area of the world are going to be tremendously blessed to have known, worked, and served with this stalwart woman of faith.
I now can begin preparing things physically and logistically for her departure. But, I also must find a way to teach my heart how to let her go!
I have 8 short weeks. And, already my heart has a dull ache growing. – MoSop