My reply to Devon who is feeling tired....
21 Months - by your Mom
"For 21 months," said the socks to the shoes,
"I've been stretched on these size 15 feet!
I've been muddy and wet, sweaty and stinky
From sun up to sun down - then repeat!
This man never rests each day all week through
He's walking and wearing me thin!
I have holes in the toes, my color is gone
I plead for relief but don't win!
The ball games, the soccer, the running and standing -
Please say you're exhausted as well!
But you never complain when surely YOU could
So share how you do it - pray tell!!"
"For 21 months," said the shoes to the socks,
"I've kept him on sure solid ground.
It's been hard in the mud, the rain and the heat
When such little relief can be found.
But I focus instead on the things he has done,
The adventures and memories he's had.
He's run away from the dogs and kicked a few too,
Been bit by one once...but not bad.
Showed the boys from the states, that he can play ball
And picked up some soccer skills too.
When a bike broke down - gave his companion a lift;
Gave service in building things new.
But for 21 months, he has done SO MUCH more
Along the miles he's walked in this land.
Libertad, Tablada, Bragado, Villegras....
Always offering a kind, helping hand."
"Yes for 21 months," said the shoes to the socks,
"I've walked the straight path with this man.
To teach those who seek; to served God each day,
Though tired he says, 'Yes, I can!'
I too am worn thin with my laces in tatters
My cushioning now is long gone.
But I'll stay strong for him for the rest of his time
Just three short months, that's not long!
And when the day comes that he's finished this journey
With a new one awaiting back home,
I'll know without doubt he served with full heart
And loved everyone he has known!
The time will then come he can rest from these labors
But always he'll serve, teach and love.
His shoes will be new but the path will still lead
To the promised mansions above.
So for just 3 more months let us keep it together
Finish strong to accomplish this goal,
We will help him keep walking so in the end it will seem
These 21 months?? A mere stroll."
A poem from your Mother who has watched you grow
Over this almost two years.
Remember that God walks each day beside you
Look ahead, forget all your fears!
I won't count the days until I see you again
You have so much to finish my son!
Instead I will read about each lesson your learning
And how many ball games you've won!
Keep walking, keep talking, and love everyone
Like you're already doing each day.
And when you return, so uncertain you'll feel
But trust on God's path you will stay.
May 2
I loved the poem!!! It was actually really really really great! You should print that off and make it all nice so that I can have a copy of that when I get home! It was great I loved it mom! Thank you so much!
Things are going great here. The work this week was great and it was FREAKING COLD THIS WEEK! We got SMACKED by a cold snap and it was crazy, I loved it. we were putting on layers and layers and there were very few people to talk to. But it was a great week anyways. My companion and I are getting along really well, even though he teases me daily with water in the face and trying to scare me. -____-
So today was the worst day for every missionary to ever live. The day when we recieve our flight package. Probably the saddest day that will ever happen in my life. my heart broke a little today.
Thank you for all that you do mother, I love you tons. And don't get too excited. 3 months is A LONGGGGGG TIME.
