Doing this is the weirdest thing. You want him to go so bad, but you hate to see him leave. You feel empty and awful as he walks away, but you'd be devastated if he gave up or came back. You worry about him and pray for him and feel the pain of separation every day. You want to ease the way for him, but you also want him to have some struggle. You want him to get something good out of it. You want him to be stronger, better, and more capable when he comes back.
I guess I see where God was coming from with the whole "mortality" thing.
I bet God gets me.
Return with Honor, Elder Gordon.
Hurrah for Israel!
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