Last night we picked Brittan up from the airport.
Her mission ended a bit earlier then we thought it would.
Mental illness sucks.
As her mom, I didn't care when she came home.
To me it is not the length of the mission that matters.
It's the fact that she was willing to answer the call of the Lord at all that matters.
I celebrate every single day she was able to serve.
Now, we move forward.
She may do a church service mission and she may not.
For now it is lovely to have her home.
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