M.G.
Missionary's Girl.
This is a very special breed of woman.
And these women are who I am dedicating this post to.
A Missionary's Girl, if you haven't already guessed, is a young woman waiting (the very long two solid years) for the love of her life, her missionary.
When just a young woman, usually around the tender years of 18-20, she is thrust into this abyss we call "The Waiting Game."
Two solid years with virtually no contact with the love of her life.
Throughout the two years, the way these love birds get to communicate is through letters.
If an MG is lucky, she will also receive an email once a week on her missionary's Pday.
If an MG is even luckier, she gets to hear his voice twice a year when he calls home on Christmas and Mother's Day.
An MG quickly develops patience comparable to Job.
But it's okay, she tells herself.
Yes, it's hard, but her love is serving the Lord.
He is doing an incredible thing with his life.
Her missionary is transforming from a boy, to a man - a righteous, worthy priesthood holder.
Yes, it's hard, she tells herself, but it will be so worth it.
Well, my MGs, I'm here to tell you: It is {so} worth it.
Hang. In. There.
Because when he does finally come back home, and you are finally in his arms again, those two years melt away.
For every night you cry yourself to sleep,
For every song (which is just about every song) that makes you miss him,
For every day you run to your mailbox only to discover it's another day without a letter from him,
For every day you cross off your calender,
For every couple you watch holding hands,
For every sleepless night,
For putting up with the waiter haters,
For every morning when you have to convince yourself to get out of bed and face the day,
For every box (or perhaps it's cases) of kleenex you go through,
For every time you speed dial his number when something exciting happens, only to hear that stupid machine and remember you can't talk to him,
For all those times you feel completely alone with no one who understands your pain,
For every wedding invitation and engagement announcement you receive,
For every holiday and special occasion you have to experience alone,
For every time you have to paint a smile on your face when all you want to do was cry,
Remember: It. Is. Worth. It.
It all becomes just a memory when you wrap your arms around him again.
Because instead of the heartache, all you feel is joy.
Instead of the tears, all you experience is smiles.
You get to [feel] him again.
You get to reach out your arm, and he's right there.
You get to hold his hand.
You get to lie in his arms.
You get to talk to him again.
Laugh with him again.
You get to actually live life {together} again.
You get to start making memories together again.
Your relationship with your missionary will be unlike anything before.
It will be so much stronger, wiser, deeper.
You and your missionary will have a very special love.
A love that can conquer anything.
Even though it seems long and hard (because, let's be honest, it is.), I can promise you, that when those two years are over, you will look back and say, "Wow...that really did go by fast."
So hang in there, my MGs.
Soon enough it will be [your] turn to tell your story.
Soon enough it will be [your] turn to begin your happily ever after.
The problem is there's so many stinkin' different kinds of apples.
