A few weeks ago, our Stake had a meeting for the youth and
parents of prospective missionaries. They
sent the youth off to another room and kept the parents together. We discussed the difficulties that
missionaries are having and how many are being sent home. Towards the end, I could barely keep my
emotions in check. I ended up crying
myself to sleep. It was not a hopeful
meeting for me.
I think that might be one of the hardest things about being
a parent. I have hopes and dreams for my
children and realizing that my imagined path for them might not be the same as
God’s path, is kind of painful.
My path wasn’t what I imagined either, but I am truly a
better person for my experiences. And so
I have to hold on to the faith that God is in charge, and in the end, my
children will be grateful for their own trials and growth.
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