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Mission Call

So for the last few months, my folks have been working on getting ready to go on a mission.  Their paperwork was finally submitted the first or second week of May, and then it was time to play the waiting game.  We figured it would take about 3 weeks for them to get their call back and find out where they were going.

About the third week, I had a bit of an unexpected trip come up to Atlanta.  And the day the call finally arrived, I was on my way home. So I was in the air and incommunicado when they finally opened it.  As soon as my plane landed in Salt Lake, I sent a text to let them know I was on the ground, and moments later got the good news back from my brother.  They had been called to serve in the Mississippi Jackson mission.  I was stunned.  I made him message me again, just to make sure he wasn't pulling my leg (which both my brothers like to do with me). He replied back that yes, it was true.

Now, the reason for my initial reaction is that I also served in the Mississippi Jackson mission.  Of course, that was many years ago now. But still, it's highly unusual for someone go to a mission where another family member has served.

As is well known, I didn't particularly enjoy my mission. And my parents both know that.  So I think I have some weird feelings in all this.  But I'm thrilled they want to go, and that they are setting a good example for all their posterity of following the counsel of Prophets and Apostles to go on a mission.  I fully support that.  I hope they absolutely love it.


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