It is a tradition that during general conference weekend various missions hold a reunion in the Salt Lake area. I served in the Utah Salt Lake City Temple Square Mission, which, despite its long name, is the geographically smallest mission of the Church. At the same time the world was our mission. I served with over two hundred sisters from all over the world, many wonderful senior missionaries, and two great mission presidents President Snow and President Winwood.
This past weekend missionaries who served with President Snow gathered in Salt Lake City. The photos they shared on Facebook made me envious of them. Living on a different continent makes attending a mission reunion but a dream. Over the years I have had the opportunity to see some of my old companions again, most recently my trainer, but I don’t think I’ll ever get to see a large group of Temple Square Sisters together.
There is a photo from my mission, taken a few weeks before I left for Anaheim for four months. It was the last photo of the three Hungarians serving together, taken on a windy Sunday morning, just outside the Tabernacle. It was during the weekly Music and the Spoken Word broadcast, the Square was practically empty, and we used the time to snap some photos. We were genuinly happy and enjoying our lives as missionaries.
Yesterday as the session ended and images of Temple Square were shown it suddenly dawned on me that Gabi, sitting in front of me, and I just had our own little mission reunion. Not only that, but we can have them every week! When we are together we just bring back some great memories for each other, and we feel so much younger again. And that is something. I just met a missionary a few weeks ago who was born after the above photo was taken!
So here we are yesterday. We are no longer 21-year-old young adults, just starting out in life, but the sparkle is still there. Sharing the memories of our missions, the great and the not-so-great, and the lessons we have learned from them in the past 17 years or so is a great experience. Being in the same ward makes it extra special. We never got serve as companions, even though we really wanted to. Thinking back, I’m sure President Winwood knew what he was doing.
Celebrating sisterhood is not tied to special events and reunions. Loving and supporting each other is the best legacy of our service together. While we miss our other friends and sisters from our time in Salt Lake City, we have hope for an even better, grander reunion in eternity.
And we talk of Christ, we rejoice in Christ, we preach of Christ, we prophesy of Christ, and we write according to our prophecies, that our children may know to what source they may look for a remission of their sins. (2 Nephi 25:26)
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