I have really been doing good.... emotionally, that is. There were some quiet times that I let a few tears fall, but I have resolved myself to the fact that he is leaving and will be gone for 2 years.
Right before Ragan got out of the car this morning at Seminary, she changed her Ipod over to some church music. She said, "There Mom. Now you can listen to your favorite songs." As I started for home, the song, "I know that My Redeemer Lives" started to play. I started thinking about Mark and the opportunities he will soon have to testify to others the HE knows that his Redeemer lives. The spirit touched my heart and I, once again, knew of the truthfulness of Christ's Gospel. I had the sweet peace of knowing that Mark's desire to serve a mission is a righteous desire and the Lord is happy with him.
I found this poem on a website for missionary parents. Grab a tissue--it's a tear jerker.
This Year for Christmas I skipped the sales after Thanksgiving. The thrill just wasn't there.
No pictures taken with Santa Clause, my decorating has no flair.
His presents are shoes, shirts, and ties; two suits and socks...no fun.
I’ve bought him all white clothes because...This year I'm giving Christ my son.
I’ve spent more time in the temple, Felt strength come from His words.
I’ve reread November's Ensign, and my testimony stirred.
Our family prays are more fervent, My tears are quick to run.
The Lord seems closer because, this year I'm giving Christ my son.
I wonder how those Lamanite mothers, gave their sons to war?
Or how the pioneers chose Zion, their sacrifice was so much more.
My loss will be his presence, I’ll miss his smile a ton.
For two years we will pray for him. I’m giving Christ my son.
I stare at his face when he's not looking. I memorize his eyes, their shine.
He’s always hungered for the part of him that makes his soul divine.
The stories and lessons he has always heard. His choice and mine are one.
I’ll put my faith in God's hand. This year I'm giving Him my son.
Past gifts have lost their glitter. I think I finally understand.
Christ’s birth should be celebrated by giving Him a hand.
It’s because I know Christ lives and reigns that all his packing's done.
My gift has taken years to make, this year... I'm giving Christ my son.