Dallin Post

Monday's mean emails from Dallin.

I like to hear how he is doing. 

This week he told me he was struggling.

Super emotional and didn't know why. 

As his mom that is hard for me because I can't help him much from so far away.

I sent back some positive words in the hopes it would help.

We've said prayers for him.

I know he is struggling with his companion.

That's a pattern.

Then I emailed the mission president and asked him if we (Kenna, Corban, and I) could take Dal out to lunch when we go down to California next month.

He said no.

I was bummed even though I knew he would say no.

It's against mission rules.

Sometimes I struggle a bit with giving my son completely to the mission. 

Then today the lady that does the newsletter in the ward he is serving in sent me a copy and his phone number was right on it!

Ah!

The temptation!

I could just send a text.

But no, I won't.

I gave my son to the Lord for two years.

I can suck it up.

Two years feels really long right now.