I take a lot of pictures every day to document our missionary life in the Washington Yakima Mission. I love taking pictures of happy missionaries. At the end of every day I come home and download the photos from my phone or camera and I write about them on our mission blog. But mostly I stare at the faces I have come to love like my own children. I can look at these faces for hours, as I wonder about each missionary–I wonder what miracles brought them here, I wonder what they think about at night, I wonder what they love at home and miss, and I wonder how their moms are getting along without them.
I love visiting with each, feeling the warmth of handshakes from the Elders and hugs from the Sisters. I love hearing about everyone they are finding and teaching and how those good people are progressing. I love learning about what they are reading and understanding more clearly in the scriptures. I love hearing them speak of the attributes of Christ they are trying to develop. I love knowing that my future will be in their hands. It’s really quite overwhelming, the feelings I have for these missionaries.
Here’s a look at the missionaries who came to our home today: