(Source: Missionary Mommas)
I remember the day clearly…
My oldest son had been serving in South America for almost fourteen months, and his brother was really struggling in his absence. They were best buddies, confidants, partners in crime. I’d been praying and wondering what it would take for my younger son to snap out of his gloomy place.
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Then one day a missionary name tag arrived in a dirty, crumbled envelope from Peru. That name tag, and the letter that came with it, changed everything.
My elder told his brother about the joy he’d found serving the Lord and the people of Peru. He explained that his name tag had gotten too worn out and he’d received a replacement, but he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of it because it symbolized the love, sweat, and tears that he was so grateful to have been able to experience. He said his name tag represented what was most important to him in the whole world – the Lord, His gospel, and eternal families.
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The day my elder’s name tag arrived in the mail was a turning point for my younger son. It was simple, but it changed things for him in a powerful way. That tag and what it meant was motivating and inspiring. Most of all, it was a little reminder of his brother that he could look at every day, confirming for him that their time apart was worth it!
(Fast forward about 8 weeks… : )…
