I have long hoped for this phase in my life, wishing one of my children would choose to serve a mission. It’s truly remarkable how beautiful this phase of my life has become.
I’m reminded of my father and the joy he felt when I made the choice to serve a mission. He was always so dedicated to missionary work—much more so than I have been. After my mission, I’ve struggled to keep that spirit alive. I remember his enthusiasm for sharing the gospel. He faithfully wrote me letters expounding upon the gospel and missionary work. I always felt that he continued to serve vicariously through me.
Today in Sacrament Meeting, when they announced Madilynn’s mission call, there was an audible gasp when they announced Missouri Independence Mission. I felt the Holy Ghost wash over me, filling my heart with joy at her decision to serve. I once again recognized the significance of the place she has been called to.
As I reflected on this, I saw a parallel between my desire to be worthy of Zion and her calling to serve where it will be built. Not that it is a witness to me, but rather it gives me hope. Hope for myself, that my quest is righteous and that perhaps her journey will lead her through the gates of Zion into that Holy city. She truly embodies the best of us, and I realize this will make my reflections on Zion even more personal and meaningful.