The skirts have been bought.
The shirts have been purchased.
The shoes are ordered.
And the accessories decided.
The luggage is set out.
You can still smell the new on the gleaming Preach My Gospel.
The pencils still sharp, waiting to write words of faith.
The hands are ready.
For holding, for comforting, for hugs and for work.
The feet are willing.
For the many miles that will be required on the pavement each day.
The mind is set.
A year and a half of no hugs from family or dear loved ones left behind.
The spirit is full.
A testimony has grown, brighter and brighter, it cannot be hid but must be shared.
The heart is open.
To listen, to teach, to learn, to be patient, to be kind, to be loving and understanding.
The faith is unwavering.
"A mission" the Holy Ghost whispered, so a mission she would go.
She's following in the footsteps of an example set long ago.
One of charity, of love.
One of patience, of determination.
One of faith, of humility.
One of compassion, of kindness.
One of endurance, of forgiveness.
One of generosity, of gentleness.
One of joyfulness, of obedience.
One of responsibility, of self-control.
One of tolerance, of virtue.
One of selflessness.
A far away place she is called,
a far away place she will serve.
No familiar faces,
just letters from home to lift and encourage.
Doors shut in her face daily.
Scornful and hurtful words hurled her direction every hour.
But for the one person that says,
"Yes, I will follow His example."
The doors and the words matter not.
Alone as she may look,
alone as she may feel,
forsaken she is not.
Every step, every door, every corner, every turn, on every street.
Christ is there.
When the investigator doesn't show.
Christ is there.
When her feet can not take one step further.
Christ is there.
When the door closes...for the tenth time that day.
Christ is there.
When a mocking laugh threatens to fill her eyes with tears.
Christ is there.
In the apartment when she turns to him, when she feels she can take no more.
Christ is there.
The unseen companion, He nary leaves her side.
He guides, and encourages.
He loves, and forgives.
He comforts, and inspires.
The skirts are now tattered.
The shirts are worn through.
The shoes have holes in the soles.
And the accessories are mostly missing.
The luggage is battered.
Preach My Gospel is bent, highlighted and marked on every page.
The pencils now dull, small stubs all that's left.
The hands are calloused.
From holding, from comforting, from hugs and from work.
The feet are tired.
From the many miles that were spent on the pavement each day.
The mind is at ease.
Family and loved ones surround her.
The spirit is overflowing.
Her testimony has grown, and stretched, a solid foundation to move forward with.
The heart is full.
Of love, of patience, of charity, of determination, of faith, of humility, of compassion, of kindness, of endurance, of forgiveness, of generosity, of gentleness, of joyfulness, of tolerance, of virtue, of selflessness.
The faith is unwavering.
"Well done, thou good and faithful servant." The unseen companion whispers.
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