by Ardeth Kapp
To you remarkable missionaries, this is your time and your season. On occasion as time permits, take the opportunity to reflect on past seasons during your growing up years that have helped prepare you for this remarkable experience.
As a mission president’s wife I enjoyed asking young men and young women the question “what comes to your mind when you think of your mom?” With their approval I would record their responses that were varied and amazing.
The role a mother plays in even little happenings in the preparation of a young missionary, an ambassador of the Lord Jesus Christ, is remarkable.
In response to my question “ what comes to your mind when you think of your mom “ one young Elder who always appeared confident and prepared to handle most situations began to explain, as tears filled his eyes. “ I remember like it was yesterday a time when I was about 4 years old. I hit my head on the corner of the table . I began crying. My mom immediately turned off the vacuum cleaner she was using, picked me up, held me close and wrapped me in her arms. I don’t remember what she said but I will never forget I how I felt that long time ago.”
This young missionary went on to explain “when the rain continues day after day (as it often did in the Canada Vancouver mission) , and doors are slammed in your face when you are out tracking doing your very best it would be easy to want to give up, or give out, or give in but you decide to give your all”
He explained the impact of his mothers love saying that when he would return with his companion to their humble dwelling at the end of a hard day of dedicated labor he felt the promise of his father in Heaven in the message given to Oliver Cowdrey (D.C6:20) “Be faithful and diligent in keeping the commandments of God, and I will encircle thee in the arms of my love .” “When I remember the feeling in my mother’s arms those many years ago I try to imagine what it will be like one day in His arms when I hear “ well done thou good and faithful servant “. I get up the next morning and rain or shine my companion and I are ready to hit the road running on His errand . I have come to realize the warmth I felt in my mother’s arms was more spiritual than physical and it has stayed with me.
“Have you written to your mom about this experience “ I asked.
He agreed that he would. I’ve tried to imagine the feeling of gratitude of a dedicated mother who never thought to add to her ledger of accomplishments the day she stopped vacuuming to pick up her little boy and help prepare him for the future.
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