Letters from home

I've written a few letters in the past 2 years and waiting for a response sucks the fun out of life at times, but that's only because I'm not focused on the people around me. 

Today I wrote a letter to my sister who is on a mission in Singapore and figured something out. 

I just have to be me, let her be herself, then love her and learn from her anything and everything that I can.  Then I'll love her letters, but not pine for them when they have a prominent absence in my family's mail box.  She's doing what she is called to do, and I can do what I've been called to do, AKA - be a happy person; because guess what?  "Adam fell that men might be; and men are that they might have joy."

All my letters to and from the ones I've loved have been like this, so I think I'll change how I write letters now so they are less selfish and more giving to the receiver. 

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