On the way home I drove past a pair of sisters walking the opposite direction and my daughter Kristen's begging words from her first letter home from the field slammed into my brain, "Mom, every time you see the missionaries, promise me you'll DO SOMETHING for them, even if it's getting them a cup of soup!" (Her first area was pretty unfriendly to the missionaries) I drove about a half block past them and felt horrible that I was still driving, so I peeled into a church parking lot, rummaged thru my backpack and violin case and came up with $20 that had been stashed and pulled back out into traffic. I pulled over and rolled down the passenger window. Both of these sweet girls looked in,
I love being a missionary momma...even a surrogate one for a brief minute. I surely thank my Heavenly Father for these brief moments to return a kindness for all the kindnesses shown to my missionary children.