Today was my Hail and Farewell--and when the Goodbye song was sung, I did cry spontaneously. It is not at all that I do not want the mission to end. And were it not for my Sweetheart, I am not sure I would have made it through, especially earlier months. I feel I have made some difference in people's lives--not so much for guests, but for my fellow missionaries. I also recognize some growth and maturity on my part.
No, I don't want to stay past my appointed time. But this is "a very special bubble" as our Goodbye song terms it. I am glad to have had the experience. But I do not want to come back unless it is with my Sweetheart, and with the Lord's definite approval. We will see where life and the Spirit take us!
My Sweetheart is traveling back to his home from a trip to visit his son's family. For both of us visiting family is a priority. I so much look forward to seeing my Arizona family is less than two weeks, and this summer I definitely want to visit my Virginia granddaughter and her parents. So travel is very much on our minds.
In addition to bringing me to tears, the Hail and Farewell vindicated my potluck food choices. All but one of the 3 dozen hard-cooked eggs were eaten [and those shells just slipped off as easy as can be when I prepared them at lunchtime]. About 2/3rds of the chicken and rice was eaten. My Louisiana sister gave me some jambalaya to have for lunch tomorrow. I think I am pretty well set for food for the week.
The apartment seemed rather warm last night, and I did not sleep extremely well. I did not get sleepy during the day, but while the chicken and rice was heating in the overn I took a nap--and I am very glad I did. I might nap a little again while waiting for word from my Sweetheart that he is safely back home.
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