In just two short weeks (from TODAY people!!), Missonary Girl will be home. Two short weeks. I have two Sundays left, two P days, two letters, two weeks. With all these twos running around, I'm beginning to feel like Noah when he was asked to build an ark.
I look around and think of all the many things I was going to accomplish before she came home, and I know what lies before me is an impossible task. I'm not sure I can organize my home, decorate for Christmas, finish the Book of Mormon, become more spiritually mature, scrapbook, blog, and deep clean to my mother's standards, all before December 11th....
...and that's okay...
sort of.
I guess I should have started, oh, I don't know, eighteen months ago...back when I thought 18 months would never end. It does end, and I'm so happy, but so ill-prepared. I sat at lunch with my husband last week, tears rolling down the face, pondering on how I found myself in this situation. The day I've been living for is coming, and I'm not ready! I will be ready, to the best of my ability, even if it kills me, and I hope it doesn't, because it's going to be One Fine Day. I will do my best and let go of the rest... what matters the most is that Missionary Girl will be home.
Pondering my lack of preparation has made me think of other big days that we need to prepare for whilst on this earth. We have a lifetime to prepare for these days, and I don't want to be caught unprepared. When the day comes to meet my Savior and my Heavenly Father, I don't want to have this same nagging feeling of not being ready. I don't want to have a list rolling around in my head of things I have left undone, unsaid, or unfinished. I want to have done enough, loved enough, been enough, to have condifence in the life I have lived. I know the Lord isn't looking for perfection from me, merely preparation. If I accomplish that, I have faith it will be an even better day than the one I will experience in two weeks. I will be home, and that's what will matter most.
