Monday, April 13, 2020


I've written here before how much I loved the mailbox as a missionary. There was nothing quite like the thrill of opening it up after a hard day of tracting. The moment before opening the box was the thrill of the unknown. Would there be letters, care packages, dear johns? The possibilities were endless. It was like a few seconds of Christmas morning every day. I can't believe that missionaries checking their emails weekly today experience the same rush.

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