This weekend I went up to my parents' house for my little brother's farewell. That means in Mormon terms that in the church meeting he had to get up and give a talk, talking about how he is excited that he has been called to serve in the Porto Alegre, Brazil, Mission.
It was really a great time with the family. All of us kids were there for it. It was a lot of fun to talk with them and just spend time.
There was a huge crash on the I-17 South yesterday, and though it was terrible, I did trace the silver lining which allowed the family to stay together much longer as we waited it out. I love when we all get together.
I don't have more fun with anybody than I do with my sisters, parents, and brother.
Family is better than gold.
I also thought a lot about when I was going on my mission to Guatemala. It was an experience that was simply amazing. In the setting apart of my bro, I remembered the excitement of going into the unknown, going off to a totally foreign country to live and serve for two years. I think I was a bit jealous that he was going and I wasn't.
All this made me think of the good times and feelings I had in the church. Though currently I'm not practicing the religion, I still really love it and remember that I was at one point very happy to be a member.
Where does this leave me now? I little closer to myself I think.
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