I believe in recycled wisdom. So my profound thought of the week is a blatant act of theft. Thank you, Aunt Karen, for providing the mental and spiritual stimuli.
You wrote a letter this week that reflects how I have changed, and how I yet hope to change. It is beautiful enough to demand an audience larger than my solitary eyes. Although a mission is the life circumstance of discussion, I find this letter reflective of any woman's walk with Christ:
Dear Sister Stewart,
You asked in your last letter how a mission prepares you for motherhood. I don't think any other experience could be better preparation for motherhood or life in general.
On a mission (again, insert your own life circumstance), you learn to do some very difficult things--AND keep going; you learn to put others first; you learn that the most basic things (here I think of 20-minute naps, healthy snacks, and long walks) make a huge difference; you learn the great value of one person and every person; you learn to work with great strength and diligence; and you learn that you can only rely on the Lord.
The next part of the letter is my favorite. I put in poetic verse because it strikes me as unusually profound:
When a child cries, I know I can take care of them.
When a sick baby needs to be held for days, I know it won't last forever.
When someone asks a question about faith, I know what to answer and I know my answer is true.
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