remember the mission?

i remember sometimes, in exquisite, bright flashes, the pure joy i felt as a missionary.

i gave that work my heart and soul and each day the memories and blessings of the work give back spectacularly to my heart and soul.

in the past few weeks i have been blessed to hear the homecoming addresses of my beloved companion, sister higbee, and another stellar missionary i served around, sister woodward. i love being with dear friends from the mission because we have a connection unlike anything else.

look at these girls, aren't they beautiful and glowing with the goodness of life? i am blessed to know them and to have learned from them.