We started our Christmas calls with a Skype visit with one of our sons. We asked him how he was doing. We asked our wonderful daughter-in-law how she was doing. We talked to each of the children. Then someone popped the question.
When are you coming home?
Elder Hall smiled. Then he laughed. Then he told a story.
“Yesterday, we took a sister to Cebu for a doctor’s visit. While we waited, we went to the mission office to get mail for the missionaries. The mission president asked us to come into his office.
I have something to ask you.
We waited.
Would you consider extending your mission?
He put up his hand.
You don’t have to decide right now. Go home and talk about it and pray about it. Talk to your family. But it might not be a good idea to talk to them about it when you make your Christmas calls!”
When Elder Hall stopped talking, our son and his wife hesitated, and then said they thought if we wanted to extend, it would be fine with them. The older children made similar comments. Then the youngest child spoke up.
I want to say something! I want you to come home!
Ah, the refreshing honesty of children!
That young child said exactly what we wanted to say.
We want to come home!
We want to hug our children and grandchildren. We want to share special meals with them. We want to visit our friends. We want to be in our own house and in our own bed.
We really want to come home.
Each time we called son or daughter and their families, they all said it would be fine with them if we stayed longer. Well, not all. The younger grandchildren said what they really thought.
We want you to come home!
And with each call, our desire to be home was stronger.
What can we say to children and grandchildren who have carefully counted the months, who, each time we have called, ask the same question.
When are you coming home?
We will be home the end of February.
Good! We miss you.
What do we say now? We say what we have to say.
Well, it will be the end of July.
Why do we have to say such hard words? No one is forcing us to stay. We are volunteers here.
It is true that there are fewer and fewer senior missionary couples and the need is greater than ever. But no one is irreplaceable.
Then why?
We have asked ourselves that question again and again.
The answer is always the same. We don’t know.
There is something that we do know. As the words of a beautiful song explain:
I lived in heaven a long time ago, it is true;
Lived there and loved there with people I know. So did you.
Then Heavenly Father presented a beautiful plan,
All about earth and eternal salvation for man.
https://www.lds.org/music/library/childrens-songbook/i-lived-in-heaven?lang=eng
In the end, there was no decision to be made. We made that decision a long, long time ago. Everyone who has lived on the earth or who will live on the earth made the same decision. When we accepted the wonders of the Father’s plan, we accepted His conditions.
And we will prove them herewith, to see if they will do all things whatsoever the Lord their God shall command them;…. and they who keep their second estate shall have glory added upon their heads for ever and ever.[i]
[i] Abraham 3:25,26
On November 30, 2014 was my father’s death anniversary and just one day ahead of the previous year, my nephew Clark got into a serious vehicular accident that almost cost his life and my son Marvin pleaded to the Lord to let his cousin live and he will go on his mission. The year passed and my son failed the Lord of his promise cos until now he has never submitted his application for a mission. And on this day before I left my room I kneel down on my knees and said my prayers as usual before I leave for church, but on my way to church on my bike I crashed and forgot everything that happened to me. After I got out from my 2 weeks confinement where I got my eyes operated, I happen to get a ride on a sikad who have witnessed what happened to me that day. He said that after I crashed down my face to the road I tried to get up and sat at the side of the road my nose was bleeding hard. All the things the sikad driver told me has never gave me even a small recollection of all that happened to me. To me I thought I was already dead that time and I feel I was lifted by an angel when he saw me trying to get up and sat at the side of the road. When I was once operated for my bone cancer where the doctor pronounced me having 4 or 5 years more to live, when the 5th year passed by I have considered my life was extended and somehow I felt there were things that I still need to accomplish in this life. After my Nov. 30 crash I felt again my life was again extended and perhaps though I have said to myself I am ready to submit myself to the Lord if He calls me home to Him, but still He let me live more and some questions came to myself what could be the things I haven’t done yet that I was again extended? what would my accident meant to be? Well, one thing good happened is that our family was again reunited I mean with my brothers and sisters, but there could be more reason why I was given such painful trials yet I did not feel the pain when it happened.. I heard some members say I might go inactive after that incident BUT NOT SO, my faith in the Lord remained as it was for I know the Lord just tried my faith.. I think and feel that I still need to assist my dear friends here who are still to stay and extend their mission call..