I debated doing this again, I went back and read my first post from last year and was kind of surprised from my post thinking another year has gone by and still confused by enjoying the journey and the middle moments in life and that is where day number one takes me.
I went to TOFW with some of my friends and this is one of the many stories that left a mark on my heart.
A mother was telling a story about her diabetic son that would soon be leaving on a mission. The night before his mission she heard him up in the kitchen in the middle of the night. She went into the kitchen and sat with him while he was eating a snack because his sugar was low. As she sat there and enjoyed a few moments with her son, she commented on how she had an overwhelming feeling of sadness of who was going to take care of her son out there in the mission field, who would sit with him on these "kind of nights". As she went to bed she said she cried and prayed to her Father in Heaven to help her understand this huge sacrifice of separating herself from her son for a period of time and to watch over and protect him by blessing him with those who would help him.
As she drove him to the MTC the next day she dropped him off and as she drove away she said she knew what is was like to "with hold nothing from the Lord".
That really impressed me with many emotions, I am not quite to the mission stage yet and to be honest I don't know how often I with hold nothing from the Lord, but made me think I need to find those moments, time or experiences to remember the sacrifice the Lord has made for me and maybe some small way of showing my thanks in all that He has given me.
