I've been trying to write this post in my head for about a week now, but I could never get it quite right.
But I figured I probably would never get it perfect, because how do you write about telling your best friend goodbye for two years?
This is my best friend.
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| Not the dog... |
This is also my best friend. :)
He left for the Mexico City Missionary Training Center last Wednesday. We said our goodbyes Monday. I went back to college and he was set apart that night, and that was it. Contact for the next two years will be limited to weekly emails and the occasional letter (mail service between México and Perú is sketchy).
I can't tell you how hard that was; he's been a major part of my life for the past three years. I don't know what I would have done without him.
Here's what I can tell you:
I know this Church is true, and because I know that I can let him go for two years. I know that he can do so much good out there in Perú; bringing the gospel and true happiness to people who are searching for it. And I am so proud of him and the decision he made to serve the Lord. It's definitely not the easiest path, but it will definitely be worth it.
So the truth is, as incredibly hard as it was to let him go, I wanted him to. And no matter what happens in the next two years, this is where Austin needed to be. I know that.
And that makes everything a little better.
