Confession...

I have to confess. I did the unthinkable...

the bad thing parents of missionaries are NOT supposed to do...

I called Rachel.

I have her phone number from Mother's Day.

I called to tell her we didn't get an e-mail today.

I wanted to be sure she was ok.

I had thought of a million things that could be wrong...

I was worried... very, very worried...

We talked for less than 30 seconds.

She's fine.

She says she sent an e-mail and doesn't know what happened.

There... I feel better... but I still want my e-mail! ♥

I've been thinking too...

If this was some kind of spiritual test for me to see if I could endure the hardship

of not hearing from Rachel for two weeks...

If this was my test of obedience to mission rules...

I've failed.

I admit it.

I know of parents who don't get letters from their missionaries

for weeks on end and they endure... they faithfully wait...

Not me.

I might be a failure... but at least I know she's ok.