I have been reading my missionary journal today. I'm supposed to prepare an authentic South African meal and share some stories from my mission for mutual on Wednesday.
My mission was, like most of life, waves of distress and waves of joy crossing a relatively stable mass of equilibrium.
I came across this and wanted to share it with all of you. (Note that the dates are written backward from how we normally do it, with the day then the month.):
17.12.1995
I keep a picture which I have of my brother Jacob, myself, and my three sisters in my green 3 ring binder. The picture was taken the summer before I entered the MTC to start my mission. We five sit atop our shed in Chignik Bay in front of the deep green backdrop of the Alaskan Hills. A beautiful sunny Sunday, I remember, and we were dressed up as was our usual custom for Sundays. I think of the laughter and love we shared. Chignik at times — well, really most of the time — was a dreary and lonely place, but in spite of the troubles, the sorrows, the discontent, I would trade nothing for the times of joy we shared as a family. The picture reflects such a mood. The genuine smiles on our faces and the halo-like glow on our heads are treasures far above and beyond the riches of this world. I love my family.
It is interesting to me how I don't think of Chignik as being a dreary and lonely place anymore. I guess the years have softened the painful memories and brightened the joyful ones. But, I do think time spent as a family was deeply meaningful and a treasure.
Also:
11.1.1996
My brother Jacob has a girlfriend now. ... I'm somewhat disappointed because girlfriends are a real distraction to missionaries. I hope he manages to keep focussed on mission.


