Monday, August 4, 2014

First day of school....

Wishing I was in Georgia this past week.

My younger brother leaves for his mission and my younger sister is starting her first day of HIGH SCHOOL. Oh my.

These past few weeks I have been reflecting on how quickly time moves. I remember like it was just yesterday that I was playing softball and my little sister was kicking and screaming because she didn't want to leave. I remember all the car trips we used to take as children, all the video games, movies and song we would sing on our way. All of the inside jokes from those random moments with each other. Truly God gives no greater gift than to have a sister. And I am truly so thankful for mine. I wish her luck and hope she has fun on her first day!!

And just because i love her, here is how cute she was when she was a weeeeee little one. 

Sunday, August 3, 2014

called to serve

My thoughts this past week have been on my younger brother. Just a few months ago he received his mission papers (if you dont know what a lds mission is please go here) to serve in the Salt Lake City North mission. I am so incredibly proud of him and the work that he will be doing ( I am also some what jealous). 

Just a few years ago the lds church changed there mission requirements. They moved the age for women from 21 to 19 and for men from 19 to 18. This was huge! I mean major. (I know that if when I was 19 and they changed the age I would of most certainly gone almost immediately!! But instead I was led on a path to meet my wonderful husband.) The change was good on so many levels, it enabled men to go serve right out of high school rather than waiting around for a year (or starting college and leaving in between) and for girls it helped us get more options on what we want to do in life after we graduated (I know I had no clue). 

My Brother has decided to commit 24 months or 2 years of service. That's not just walking around and preaching, and doing what the typical person thinks a missionary does. Its doing actual SERVICE...helping people move, helping them do whatever it is that they need. Its so incredibly selfless and so personally rewarding. So when I say, I am proud of my brother and the work that he is going to be doing, I mean I look up to him, and I want to be able to learn to serve like he does and will. This week I have been reminiscing with my family about my younger brother (lets just call him Elder Hendrick). I want to share a story that was brought to my mind this week:

In 2009 I broke my ankle playing softball. To say it was one of the hardest experiences in my life at that point would be an understatement (not  being able to walk and get around taught me so much and makes me so thankful for the ability to do so every day). At the time it happened I was so lucky to have my family out visiting me in Idaho. More especially my brother (Elder Hendrick), he took such good care of me. He helped me get around, he checked to make sure I was okay. Isaac (Elder Hendrick now) was at my side almost night and day, I remember the kindness and love that I felt from him as he served me. He showed me just how much he truly did love me, and to this day it will always be memories I will cherish. 

Wednesday July 30th Elder Hendrick entered the MTC, I truly wish him luck and cannot wait to be reunited with him in two years.